SWF Smarkdown (May 20/2002)

[Guest BA_Baracus]

Silence.

 

Darkness.

 

There was nothing.

 

And, there was pyro.

 

FWOOOOOOOOOOSH!  Streaks of explosive sparkles light up the Arco Arena, and the entire capacity crowd for this edition of SWF Smarkdown is on its feet, roaring and cheering as the Smarkdown theme rips through the speakers!

 

“Welcome to SWF Smarkdown,” shouts Curry Man over the tumult, “our pre-pay-per-view edition of Smarkdown, that is!  Tonight Commissioner Stubby P. McWeed will issue the card for Sunday’s event, SWF Crossfire, and what a show we have lined up to help everything fall into place!  So far,” continues Curry, as the Smarktron lights up with the word “CROSSFIRE,” “we’ve got two matches lined up!  The first,” he continues, as a ladder suddenly telescopes onto the screen, “is a ladder match for the two masters of the ladder match, the Light Heavyweight Champion Erek Taylor, and the man he took the title from, 3-time LHW champ El Luchador Magnifico!”

 

“I don’t like that match one bit!” snaps NTD, making his presence felt.

 

“Why not?”

 

“They’re both too nice!  I want blooood!”

 

“Don’t worry, my pantless partner—you’ll get plenty of that in Crossfire’s scheduled main event!  The Hville Thugg, the unstoppable force who has torn through Xstasy, Mark Stevens, Fallout, Johnny Rotten, and anyone else who’s stood in his path, faces the biggest attempt on his title yet when Perfect Bo and Edwin MacPhisto face him in a Last Man Standing elimination match!”

 

“But Thugg’s never lost one of those!”

 

“There’s a first time for everything…but before that title defense, Thugg still has to get through one more man tonight, Chris Raynor--”

 

“--I said hallelujah!”

 

The lights in the arena explode with vivacious pyro as “Battleflag” begins to pump through the stands, and the crowd gets to its feet in a roar of cheers!  “And it looks like that man’s partner in crime is out to get us started off right on this dynamic edition of SWF Smarkdown!”  Not pausing to speak ahead of time—clearly he’s got a lot to say—the trenchcoat clad figure of Edwin MacPhisto appears on the ramp, shadowboxing and pumping his fist as he bounces his way down towards the ring under the cheers of the crowd!

 

“Making his way to the ring,” booms Funyon, “the leader of the Midnight Carnival, your Crown Prince of Flash and Panache, Edwin MacPhistOOOOO!”

 

The Mac Daddy dives into the ring, raising his arms high as his custom light design swirls and whirls, trying to settle the crowd down vaguely, looking like a southern preacher with the finest gospel of the year locked and loaded.  The music settles down, the crowd settles down, and from inside his coat he produces a bright red microphone, custom-made and extra-loud, as one might expect.  He brings it to his lips, and the crowd hangs with anticipation…

 

“…Good eeeeeeeeeeevening.”  Edwin grins, the crowd pops, and all is right with the world!  “I’m going to make this brief tonight--”

 

“Yes!” shouts NTD!

 

“—meaning that it’ll probably take 15 minutes instead of 20--”

 

“Doh!”

 

“—because tonight is a very, very big night for the SWF!  It is a night where our latest young upstart, Erek Taylor, tries to continue his amazing winning streak against the nefarious Sacred!”  The crowd pops for the possibility of the little David taking out one of the fed’s resident Aussie mini-goliath.  “Tonight is a not where, for the first time, I tag alongside the newest member of the Midnight Carnival, Johnny Rotten!”

 

“That’s right, NTD!” says Curry, as the crowd cheers again.  “Storm was their first time against each other in a singles match, and tonight we’ll see if they work any better when they’re on the same side!”

 

“Gonna clobber each other, that’s what I say!”

 

“But,” continues Edwin, “most important of all, more profane than Sacred, more critical than the condition of a man’s testicular zone post-Shattered Dreams, more essential than even the album ‘I Get Wet’ by the noblest squire, Andrew W.K.—tonight, my long-time friend and favorite big dumb animal Chris Raynor gets his first ever SWF World Heavyweight Title Shot!”  The crowd roars wildly at the reminder of Raynor’s big opportunity, and Edwin continues to babble on in his own signature style.  “And you know what’s even better, folks?”

 

“WHAT?”

 

“Oh, god, please, now.  Erm…will you maybe say ‘yes’ instead?”

 

“YES!”

 

“Beeeeeyootiful!”

 

“Edwin has the crowd eating out the palm of his hand!” cries Curry.

 

“And he’s got them eating out my brains!  Nooooo my brains!” moans NTD.

 

“So—you know what’s even better, folks?” asks Edwin.

 

“YEEEEEEEEES?”

 

“It’s in a cage!  And you know what’s even better?”

 

“YEEEEEEEEES?”

 

“…Okay, I’ll admit, I’m sick of that already!”  The crowd laughs, and Edwin rattles off the rest of the info: “Bo’s on the outside!  I’m on the inside!  And the Hville Thugg is legally dead!”

 

Suddenly, a high-pitched cackle hits the speakers…

 

“They don’t know…who we be!”

 

“And Edwin just bit off more than he could chew!” says Curry, as the crowd unloads a torrent of boos at the wall of flames on the entrance ramp.

 

“They don’t know…the guns!

The drama!

The bullshit!

The murder!

The whatever else DMX says!  I only listen to Run-DMC and Wu-Tang!”

 

As “Who We Be” bumps, the Hville Thugg, massive monster that he is, emerges onto the entrance ramp with…a microphone in his hand!  In the ring, Edwin paces back and forth, almost as if he had been planning for Thugg to make his presence felt.  “What’s that?  You can talk, Thugg?  You have something to say to little ol’ me?  I don’t know who you be, but I know what you be: a match-wrecking, promo-interrupting, Edwin-smacking jack-arse!”

 

“Jack-arse?”

 

“He’s British!  Let it slide!”

 

“Yo, Edwin--” booms the Thugg, in a sinister growl—

 

“I’m not fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinished, my little bug-a-boo!  Say my name, say my name, say my name, Thugg, for this Brit is too Mac Daddylicious for you!  You know what I have to say about you?  Here’s the deal!”  Edwin grins and stares daggers at the big black man with the world title over his shoulder.  “I’ve realized in my ruminations that there’s no way Stubby is man enough to come toe-to-toe with the Crown Prince.  I’ve realized that, over the last week, you’ve cost me two matches—not one, but two matches—with your bumbling, oversized interference.  So you know what, Thugg?  I’m shifting gears.”  Edwin pauses, and licks his lips.

 

“I’m shifting to you.”  The crowd pops, and Edwin is on fire!

 

“Edwin, you little bi--”

 

“I’m stillllllllll nooooooooooot finished!” bellows the Mac Daddy, gesturing wildly!  “We start tonight, big man!  We start inside a steel cage, where I’ll be wearing the striped shirt, unfashionable as it may be, and where I’ll be counting the pinfalls!  If I want to, I can give the belt to Chris Raynor--” (HUGE pop for that) “—or be nice and play it straight so that, if you do somehow manage to cheat a win off Chris, *I* can take care of you myself on Sunday night!”  The crowd is all cheers, firmly on the side of the Mac Daddy.  “So watch your step tonight, Thugg, and stand back—Bo and I have more than enough for you to handle, so I don’t care how many grills you want to split, or what number of hibachis you want to smash—you don’t get to tonight!  The odds are against you for once, and so tonight, in that steel cage, Chris Raynor by my side as he fights to take a belt that he’s worked harder for than you could ever dream to equal, tonight in that steel cage—come on down, cause the devil’s in town, you big, lumbering, ghettoblasting, King-sucking BITCH!”

 

“Whoa!” shouts Curry!  “Major words from Edwin, letting his intentions for tonight and the PPV be known—and here comes the Thugg!”  Thugg throws down his microphone and barrels down the ramp, covering yards with each big step, and Edwin takes that as his cue to scramble!  The crowd cheers as Edwin dives out of the ring, climbs the guardrail, and as Thugg closes with a big grasp, leaps into the crowd, red coat billowing behind him!  The fans buoy Edwin up and he surfs away as “Battleflag” starts to blare again, and having missed his opportunity to take out tonight’s special guest referee, Thugg punches the ringpost without remorse, sensing no pain in any sense!  “The Mac Daddy talked a circle around the Hville Thugg, and is already getting into his head for tonight’s cage match and the PPV—if Thugg makes it there!  It’s essentially three on one in that steel cage tonight, and it’s going to be one hell of a main event!”

 

“When Thugg eats them all!”

 

“He doesn’t actually eat people, NTD!”

 

“Tell that to Larry the custodian!”

 

“Who the hell is Larry?”

 

“See?  You don’t know him…because Thugg ate him!”

 

“…I really can’t stand you anymore.”  Curry Man sighs, then looks to the camera.  “Stay tuned, folks!  We’ve got that scorcher of a main event to come, but first off, it’s El Luchador Magnifico and Lady Red in a light heavyweight lockdown, right after this commercial!”

[Guest BA_Baracus]

SINGLES MATCH

El Luchadore Magnifico vs. Lady Red

- Magnifico has a LHW title match coming up this Sunday, so on Monday he will get some practice by taking on fellow light-heavyweight, Lady Red.

 

NON-TITLE SINGLES MATCH

Sacred vs. Erek Taylor

-The rookie Erek Taylor has been cutting a swath of destruction through the SWF.  Will the ICTV champion Sacred be his next victim?

 

TAG TEAM MATCH

Edwin MacPhisto & Johnny Rotten vs. Fallout & Stryke

- The Carnival team of Rotten and MacPhisto will take on evil team of Fallout and Stryke.  There’s some history between these men and this should be a good match.

 

GUEST REFEREE CAGE MATCH FOR THE SWF HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE

Thugg © vs. Chris Raynor [referees: Perfect Bo and Edwin MacPhisto]

- With the commissioner not at Storm, the Suicide King took advantage of his power and punished Thugg for ruining the main event (even though the champ is allied with Stubby).  In an odd twist King booked this match that favours the Carnival.  Will we have a new champ going into the PPV this Sunday?

Match Description – DQ and count-out rules are not in effect.  The match can be won by climbing over the top of the cage and touching both feet to the floor, or by pinfall within the ring.  Bo and Edwin can write a match, but it’s not required.

[Guest BA_Baracus]

Right after the opening ceremonies for Smarkdown come to a close, the arena lights black out as two red spotlights converge on the entrance ramp. The Smarktron shows a stylized image of two upturned teardrop shapes, black, on a white background. A synthesized low, dragging note resonates as the image turns white, the teardrops now blood red and dripping, as if liquid. The theme to 'A Clockwork Orange' plays, an electronic funeral march, as the enshrouded Lady Red slowly walks out in time to the music, clad in her kimono and hooded. Red saunters down the ramp, completely ignoring the boos and taunts shouted at her.

 

Funyon: The following singles contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 140 pounds…Llllllady Rrrrrred!!

 

Eventually, the Lady makes it down to the ring, rolls beneath the bottom rope, slowly stands up, and sheds her traditional robe. Some of the boos change to catcalls as the lights come back up, revealing Red’s tight bodysuit.

 

Curry: It looks like we’re starting off Smarkdown on a very nice note, eh NTD?

 

NTD: I’ll say! Lady Red’s makeup is to die for!

 

Curry: …rrright. Anyway, the stunning Lady Red will be taking on El Luchadore Magnifico in mere moments, kicking off which should be a terrific Smarkdown!

 

Just as Curry finishes speaking, a Mexican voice shouts, “UNO! DOS! TRES! CUATRO!” over the arena’s loudspeakers. A burst of pyro from each turnbuckle accompanies each shouted word, as the chorus of “Mission Trip to Mexico” is blasted over the speakers. The fans burst into cheers upon hearing the music, and only grow louder when El Luchadore Magnifico bursts out from behind the curtain, waving his Mexican flag proudly.

 

Funyon: And now, from Mexico City, Mexico, weighing in at 190 pounds…El Luchadoooooooorre Magnificooooooooo!!

 

Magnifico quickly makes his way down the ramp, slapping fans’ hands as he goes. When he reaches the ring, ELM slides beneath the bottom rope, drops his flag, pops to his feet, and hops onto the nearby second turnbuckle. Once there, the Mexican pumps his fist into the air repeatedly, squeezing out a little more heat from the excited crowd as Lady Red looks on without a hint of emotion. After a few seconds of this, Magnifico hops off of the turnbuckle and turns towards Lady Red, his demeanor suddenly becoming more serious. Seeing that everything is in order, the ref signals for the bell.

 

DING DING DING

 

Curry: This could be an important match for both competitors; they could both really use some momentum going into the next Pay-Per-View.

 

ELM and Red glare at each other for a few seconds, before they begin circling each other around the ring, coming closer and closer as they approach the center. Once they are close enough, Magnifico and Red lock up. They push each other around the ring for a few seconds, vying for control, until the Lady takes over with a quick Hammerlock. Red wrenches on Magnifico’s arm for a few seconds, until the luchadore reaches up, grabs Red around the head, and jerks her forward, pulling her down to the mat with a Snapmare. ELM slaps on a quick Sleeper once Red is on the mat, which doesn’t last long as the Lady immediately begins pushing herself back to her feet. Magnifico is still holding the Sleeper as Red stands up, but his grip is significantly loosened when Red drives her elbow into his gut. The Lady delivers one more elbow, loosening the luchadore’s grip enough for her to escape the hold and bolt towards the far ropes. Red bounces off the ropes and rushes back towards Magnifico, and as she approaches, the luchadore leaps into the air, extending his legs for a Hurricanrana! However, Red manages to skid to a halt right in front of ELM, putting herself in perfect position for attack once Magnifico lands! Once the luchadore hits the mat, Red suddenly unloads on him, landing repeated right jabs to Magnifico’s face and then sending him stumbling backwards with a stiff left hook! ELM stumbling comes to a halt when he falls into the ropes, leaving himself wide open as Red thrusts her hand forward, driving it straight into the luchadore’s throat! The crowd OHHH!s and boos the dirty tactic as Magnifico falls to one knee, holding his throat and gasping for breath. Red slowly lines herself up with the kneeling luchadore, then hops into the air, kicks her feet out, and drives them into Magnifico’s mouth with the Drop Kiss! The force of the kick propels ELM backwards and through the ropes, leaving him to fall onto the cold, hard floor! The crowd resumes its booing as Red nonchalantly rolls out of the ring, following after Magnifico.

 

Curry: Ouch! As if the Dropkick wasn’t bad enough, Magnifico had an unprotected fall right onto the floor!

 

NTD: Bah, so what? In my day, we didn’t have any of that fancy “padding” everyone is used to! We got concussions every other day, and we were grateful!

 

Holding his mouth in pain and struggling to breathe, Magnifico slowly begins pushing himself to his feet, with Lady Red approaching him from behind. Red steps to the luchadore’s side and kicks him in the kidney, sending him back down to the floor. The Lady delivers a few stomps for good measure, then grabs ELM by the hand and jerks him to his feet. Using her grip, Red whips Magnifico towards the far steel post, which he runs into, face-first! The sound of flesh hitting metal resonates off of the post as Magnifico falls to the floor, holding his face in pain. Red climbs onto the apron and into the ring, leaving the luchadore laying while the ref counts him out. ELM begins pushing himself back to his feet at 4, reaches one knee at 6, and stumbles to his feet at 8. Realizing how close he is to a count-out, Magnifico climbs up onto the apron, where the Lady is waiting for him! Once the luchadore gets up onto the apron, Red strikes him with a European Uppercut, nearly knocking him off of the apron! Taking advantage of Magnifico’s imbalance, Red grabs ELM and locks him into a Suplex position, then lifts him into the air for a Suplex to the inside! But while he’s in mid-air, Magnifico manages to twist out of her grip, landing on his feet right behind the Lady! As soon as he lands, the luchadore grabs Red around the waist and pulls backwards while rolling backwards himself! Magnifico ends up sitting on Red’s legs and pinning her shoulders to the mat, drawing the ref down to count while the crowd cheers the surprise pin…

 

ONE…

 

TWO-No! Red kicks out and quickly gets back to her feet before Magnifico has the chance to. Once ELM does stand up, however, Red jumps sideways towards him and lifts her leg, driving it into Magnifico’s face with a Side-Ax Kick! ELM falls back to the mat, holding his face in pain while Red mercilessly stomps him.

 

Curry: Magnifico looked like he had assumed control with that surprise Rollup, but Red got it back just as quickly. It’s amazing how fast and deadly she can be.

 

NTD: Well, she is an assassin for a reason, buddy. You can’t be slow and, um, non-deadly in that kind of profession.

 

Curry: Well put, I guess.

 

With Magnifico still down from the Side-Ax Kick, Red heads over to the nearest corner and climbs onto the second turnbuckle. Standing on the turnbuckle, she turns towards Magnifico and looks down on him for a second…then leaps off, falling towards the luchadore with her elbow extended! Red makes perfect contact with her elbow, driving it straight into ELM’s heart! Red makes a quick cover, hooking the leg as the ref slides into position…

 

ONE…

 

TWO…No! Magnifico kicks out at two and a half. Undaunted, Lady Red rolls off of ELM, grabs him by the arm, and stands up, dragging Magnifico up with her. Once ELM is standing, Red delivers a stiff kick to his gut, doubling him over slightly, then slaps on a Front Face Lock. She turns her back to the corner, then steps backwards onto the second turnbuckle, setting Magnifico up for a Tornado DDT! But before Red has the chance to leap off and land the maneuver, Magnifico suddenly lifts the Lady off of the turnbuckle and falls backwards, slamming her into the mat with a Northern Lights Suplex! ELM holds the bridge for the pin, drawing a pleased pop from the crowd as the ref slides into position…

 

ONE…

 

TWO…No! Red gets her shoulder up at two and a half, breaking the bridge and the pin.

 

Curry: Nice reversal from Magnifico, but Lady Red isn’t going down that easily!

 

NTD: Hah, I love innuendo.

 

Curry: And I hate you. So very, very much.

 

After the kickout, Magnifico and Red lay on the mat for a few seconds; Magnifico tired from Red’s dominance in the match, Red stunned from the elevated Northern Lights Suplex. Eventually, both competitors begin climbing back to their feet, and stand up at almost the same time, with Red getting up slightly before the luchadore. Once she is standing, Red rears back and strikes Magnifico with a quick jab, but is taken by surprise when ELM suddenly returns the blow! Red strikes again, but is struck back once more, before Magnifico begins landing punch after punch, backing Red up with the blows! But before the luchadore can get too far, Red suddenly thrusts her knee forward, slamming it into Magnifico’s gut and doubling him over! With ELM bent over and clutching his gut, Red bolts towards the ropes behind him, bounces off, and rushes back towards the luchadore! As she approaches, Red grabs Magnifico around the head from behind and keeps on running, setting him up for a Running Bulldog! However, ELM uses Red’s momentum against her, as he suddenly pushes the Lady hard in the back, breaking her grip and sending her rushing towards the ropes! Red bounces off of the ropes and rushes back towards Magnifico, and as she approaches, the luchadore sidesteps towards her and throws his foot into the air, slamming it into Red’s chin with a Superkick! The impact knocks the Lady slightly into the air before she falls to the mat, the SNAP! of the kick echoing throughout the arena! ELM quickly falls to the mat, covering Red and drawing the ref down to the mat while the crowd cheers…

 

ONE…

 

TWO…No! Red gets a shoulder up, quickly silencing any and all cheering.

 

Curry: Magnifico took Red by surprise once again, and the Assassin almost paid dearly for it!

 

NTD: Says you! Miss Red is completely in control. She’s using her super assassin-ninja-stealth powers to make you think otherwise!

 

After the kickout, Magnifico rolls off of Red and stands up, then grabs her by the arm and pulls her to her feet. Maintaining his grip, Magnifico pushes Red up against the nearby ropes, then rears back with his arm and…CHOP! SMACK! WHOOO! The sound effects echo throughout the arena as Red receives a stiff Knife-Edge Chop! Magnifico rears back once more and…CHOP! SMACK! WHOOO! After delivering the second chop, ELM uses his grip to whip Red across the ring, sending her towards the far ropes. As soon as Red bounces off and begins running, she leaps into the air, extending her arms and legs for a Running Cross-Body! However, Magnifico hits the mat right before impact, leaving Red to fall hard to the canvas! But once she does hit the mat, Red rolls right back to her feet and turns around, only to come face to face with Magnifico! ELM quickly grabs her by the arm, twists it around into a Chickenwing, and then reaches up and grabs her by the head, setting Miss Red up for Montezuma’s Revenge! Not wasting a second, Magnifico falls to his knees, slamming Red’s chin into his shoulder with the maneuver! Red springs backwards off of the impact, falling to the mat and laying motionless while the crowd pops appreciatively. ELM falls back on top of the Lady, hooking the leg as the ref slides into position and begins counting…

 

ONE…

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TH-Noo! Red gets a shoulder up right before the three count, cutting the cheers short and drawing a loud OHHH! from the fans.

 

Curry: Man, Lady Red is certainly tougher than she looks! Who would have thought that a skinny little woman like her could be so resilient and dangerous?

 

NTD: Me! You know why?

 

Curry: Why?

 

NTD: Kidneys. *points to head*

 

Moving a little slower than before, Magnifico rolls off of Red and gets back to his feet. With the Lady lying motionless on the canvas, ELM quickly heads over to the nearest corner and begins climbing the turnbuckles, much to the pleasure of the audience! After a bit of upwards movement, Magnifico reaches the top turnbuckle and stands up on it, slowly turning towards Red as he stands. He looks down on her for a second, then suddenly turns to his Mexican flag and ringside and proudly salutes it, making the crowd cheer even louder in anticipation! The luchadore suddenly leaps off of the top turnbuckle and flips backwards in mid-air, crashing towards Red with a Mexican Pride Press! Thousands of flashbulbs illuminate the scene as the Lady rolls out of the way, leaving Magnifico to crash into the canvas, chest-first! The cheers immediately stop, replaced by loud OOOOH!s and some boos from the crowd. Magnifico clutches his gut and rolls around in pain while Red stares up at the house lights, motionless.

 

Curry: No! Red got out of the way just in time, and may have saved herself in the process!

 

NTD: Maybe so, but- hey, who’s that up on the stage?

 

Curry: Huh? Wait, there is someone up there…and it looks like Erek Taylor! What is he doing out here?

 

True to Curry’s word, Erek, his LHW Title around his waist, is out on the stage, watching the action in the ring with a small smile on his face. The crowd barely notices, however, as their attention is centered on Magnifico and Red, who are starting to get back to their feet. After a few seconds of climbing, the Lady and the Luchadore get back to their feet, with Magnifico facing away from Red. Seeing that ELM is unaware of her presence, Red sneaks up from behind him and grabs Magnifico by the arm, then starts putting it into a Crossface Chickenwing! But before she can lock it in, Magnifico almost instinctively spins around so that he’s back to back with Red, then reaches back with both arms and holds the Lady as if for a Backslide, looking to land the Baja California Crusher! But once Magnifico has this position locked in, he suddenly sees Taylor for the first time, distracting him and preventing ELM from landing the move! Magnifico is distracted long enough for Red to fall onto her knees and suddenly pull ELM downwards, using a Backslide to pin his shoulders to the mat! Magnifico kicks and struggles violently as the ref slides into position and begins counting while the fans begin to boo…

 

ONE…

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEE!! Magnifico escapes, but right after the three count! Red quickly rolls out of the ring and steps out onto the outside while ELM pops to his feet, wondering what the hell just happened. His worst fears are realized when the bell rings and Funyon takes the mike to his lips.

 

Funyon: Your winner by pinfall….Llllady Rrrred!!

 

Curry: Holy crap! Erek Taylor’s presence distracted Magnifico and prevented him from finishing Red off!

 

NTD: Whatever! It was those cool stealthy powers of hers! She’s tricked you again, feeble-minded one!

 

Magnifico spins around to face Erek, who is chuckling to himself at the top of the stage. Getting angrier by the second, ELM steps towards Taylor, pointing at him and spouting unintelligible curses at the LHW Champion. Erek stops laughing and simply grins, turning away from the luchadore and heading towards the back. Magnifico tears at his hair and walks around the ring, still cursing to himself.

 

Curry: Erek and Magnifico collide this Sunday in a Ladder Match, but I think Magnifico wants a piece of him right now!

 

NTD: Well, too bad! Those guys will have to wait until Sunday to tear each other apart!

 

The last image broadcasted before Smarkdown fades to commercial is Magnifico walking up the ramp, his head down and his hands on his hips…

[Guest BA_Baracus]

Coming to you live from the Arco Arena, where just an hour ago, the Sacramento Kings took on the Los Angeles Lakers in Game 2 of the Western Conference Finals. How the technician crew turned this court into a wrestling ring continues to amaze us all. The loudest crowd in the world rises to their feet, holding up the newly made SWF signs to encourage their favorite superstars. The camera pans through them all, giving an average of 0.5 second air time to the catchiest pictures before feeding a view of our announcers for tonight: Curry and NTD.

 

"(Curry) Welcome back to Cowtown!"

 

"(NTD) HE CALLED YOU COW PEOPLE! LET'S KILL CURRY!"

 

"(Curry) Oh shut up. We're in Sacramento and these people like being called cows!"

 

"(NTD) No they don't! You're just tellin them that!"

 

"(Curry) Who asked you?! Huh?! Who the f*ck asked you?!"

 

"(NTD) Nobody! Still doesn't give you the right to call them cows. That's my job!"

 

"(Curry) Forget this. Folks, up next is the match that can decide Erek Taylor's fate. We all know this rookie has been running through any competition that has been put against him, including elites such as Thoth and Magnifico. We'll see if this kid really has it in him, or if it was all just a momentary lapse. Erek Taylor and Sacred, right now!"

 

Funyon takes his mark in the center of the squared circle, the fans rise in anticipation as Trust Company's "Downfall" begins to air over the speakers. The beat pumps up the fans with a mysterious feeling, a feeling that can only be described as electricity. The lights in the arena encourage this behavior, transforming the normal and plain colors into the many colors of the hottest nightclub around!

 

"Can I break away? Push me away,

Make me fall, just to see,

another side of me.

Push me away, you can't see,

what I see,

on the other side of me."

 

"No one can see anything on the other side of me!"

"I walk! I crawl! Losing everything, ready for a downfall!"

 

As the chorus ends, flames spit out from the ramp, the sparks providing the fuel until it ignites a giant wave of pyrotechnics! The explosion leaves only a trail of smoke and debree behind, but no matter, the fans still cheer at the top of their lungs! Suction holes clear the smoke, revealing the Light Heavyweight Champion, Erek Taylor, posed with that familiar smile.

 

"(Funyon) The following contest is scheduled for one fall.... Introducing first, from Anaheim, California, weighing in at 195 pounds, he *is* the SWF Light Heavyweight Champion.... ERRREEEEKKKKK TAAAAAYYYYYLLLLOOORRRR!!!!"

 

Erek Taylor breaks off into a run, handing out high fives to the front row fans before sliding into the ring. Bursting back up to his feet, Erek absorbs the electricity given by these crazed fans. Knowing that he's got a huge challenge up ahead, Erek begins warming up, bouncing off the ropes to get his legs heated up.

 

DOOOOONNNGG!!!

 

The haunting toll of a bell sounds through the arena, igniting countless waves of boos as darkness falls upon the arena and cryptic voices of a choir follows soon after. The darkness provides as a curtain, until a blue light shines through to the center of the entrance way, where Sacred stands with his head faced down. "Seasons in the Abyss" replaces the voices, enchanting this crowd into a frenzy of hatred.

 

"(Funyon) And his opponent, from Adelaide, Australia, weighing in at 231 pounds, he *is* the SWF Intercontinental Television Champion.... SAAAACCREEEEDDDD!!!!!!"

 

Sacred moves down the ramp, a paranoid look on his face as usual. The ICTV Champion slides into the ring, forcing Erek Taylor to step forward to the challenge. Kivell parts the two combatants away, separating them to opposite corners. Only until both Erek and Sacred are ready does Kivell slash the air in between, signaling the bell to sound.

 

***Ding ding ding!!!***

 

"(Curry) Here we go. We'll see if Erek's got the whole package to go to the top. His wins over Magnifico and Thoth were no fluke but let's see if he can beat the unstoppable Sacred."

 

"(NTD) He's never faced a duelist like Sacred before...."

 

"(Curry) I'm sure Yu-Gi Oh! is a great show but must you remind me of it in every damn sentence you make."

 

"(NTD) I'm sorry, but yes. I have to."

 

Erek and Sacred begin circling the ring, their eyes moving up and down and surveying the surroundings. Erek makes the first move, lunging forward in a sudden but pulls back at the last instant, shaking the paranoid Sacred a bit. Sacred wanders around, and this time, Erek really moves forward, grabbing hold of Sacred's arms and engaging in a grapple with the ICTV Champion. Sacred easily overpowers the young flyer, pushing him towards the turnbuckles before breaking his grip and connecting with a hard right! Sacred pummels Erek Taylor back with another right before grabbing hold of Erek's wrist and hurling the Light Heavyweight Champion across the ring. Sacred breaks off into a pursuit soon after but Erek senses the attack, hearing Sacred's footsteps pounding on the canvas. With no time to spare, Erek runs up the turnbuckles before launching himself into the air! Sacred stands there petrified as Erek falls from the sky and delivers a dropkick to the backside of Sacred's head! The crowds erupt as Erek scrambles back up to roll Sacred over for the schoolboy!

 

ONE!!!

 

TWO!!!

 

TH- OOOOOOH!!!!

 

"(Curry) And quickly, Erek Taylor goes for the pin after a magnificent dropkick falling from the air!"

 

"(NTD) It's time to d-d-d-d-ueel!!!"

 

"(Curry) You're doing this just to annoy me, aren't you."

 

"(NTD) You are so smart."

 

Sacred bursts to his feet, angry that such a fighter of Erek's status can pull a move like that. Sacred lunges forward, and lands a hard chop across Erek's chest.

 

"(Crowds) OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!!"

 

SMACK! Sacred delivers another chop, this one louder than the preceding.

 

"(Crowds) OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!!"

 

Erek tries to retaliate, but his punch is blocked by Sacred and Sacred unleashes a barrage of rights, forcing Erek to the ropes. Sacred grabs Erek by the wrist and hurls him across the ring. Erek rebounds, and Sacred takes advantage of Erek's speed, leaping into the air and driving his thigh into Erek's face!! The crowds roar with disapproval at the Harlem Side Kick but regardless of the fans' opinion, Sacred bounces off the ropes before dropping an elbow into Erek's body.

 

"(NTD) Aha! Now that's a good kick. You can't argue with that now, can you?! Huh Curry?! Who's the man?! That's right, it's me!"

 

"(Curry) Real men don't gloat."

 

"(NTD) What was that?! You're a sissy? I couldn't agree more."

 

Sacred brings Erek's leg up into a hook for the cover but the young Light Heavyweight Champion kicks out at two. Sacred grabs Erek by the hair, bringing the young fighter up to his feet before decking him with a swift hook. Sacred moves in and delivers another punch, a third, a fourth, a fifth before grabbing Erek Taylor by the wrist and whipping him into the turnbuckle, hard. Erek staggers forward, arching his back in pain as Sacred breaks off into a run. Nearing his opponent, Sacred lowers his head before catching Erek by the ribs and sending him stumbling hard back to the buckles!

 

"(Curry) Sacred with an amazing Kamikaze! He literally sent Erek flying!"

 

"(NTD) I'm not sure if that was a good thing or not."

 

"(Curry) You speak logic!"

 

"(NTD) NO I DON'T! DAMN YOU!"

 

Sacred rises to his feet, pacing himself as Erek Taylor slowly stumbles forward, right into Sacred's grasps. Sacred grabs Erek by the waist and in one swift motion, hurls the High Flyin' Prince into the air.... with a hard belly to belly suplex! Sacred pops back up to his feet and moves toward a rising Erek before decking the LHW Champion with a hard right, forcing him to the ropes. There, Sacred swings his quick arm, and lands it across Erek's neck, sending the LHW Champion crashing to the outside, where people run amock and anything can happen, within reason, of course. Sacred slides out and brings Erek up to his feet, measures the LHW Champion up, and lands a hard chop across Erek's chest.

 

"(Crowds) OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!"

 

Sacred moves in and delivers another chop before grabbing Erek by the wrist and hurling him to the steel stairs!

 

CRASH!! The impact sends the steel stairs five feet out of position, giving the fans a pretty good idea of how hard Sacred throws. Sacred grabs Erek by the hair and drags the LHW Champion back up before bringing him over to the announcers' table.

 

"(Curry) Should we get up?"

 

"(NTD) I think it would be a good idea."

 

"(Curry) So that's a yes?"

 

"(NTD) ::sigh:: Duck."

 

Without warning, Sacred sends Erek flying over the announcers' table, almost hitting Curry and NTD, but instead, crashes into the barricade before falling to the ground behind the announcers. Sacred rips the padding from the table, yelling at Curry and NTD to get out of the way.

 

"(Curry) Okay, now it's time to go."

 

"(NTD) Just for a second though."

 

Sacred tears apart the monitors, ripping the chords and taking all the chairs aside before bringing Erek Taylor and placing him leaning on the table. There, Sacred lets down a barrage of hard rights, good enough to faze the LHW Champion. Kivell immediately orders for Sacred to get back in, but the devilish Adelaidian ignores the orders and positions Erek into a DDT setup. The crowds let out a loud gasp, knowing the only fate that Erek will suffer.... is a Cruel Fate. But the LHW Champion won't give out without a fight, immediately struggling to get out of Sacred's grasps. Erek begins to shoot unaimed punches forward, hoping that at least one hits the body of Sacred. It does, and Sacred is forced to tend to his stomach, thus releasing his hold on Erek. Erek pops up and drops down to solid floor, giving countless pants to catch his breath. Erek turns around....

 

WHAM! An unexpected dropkick from Sacred! The ICTV Champion gets right back into the matchup, bringing Erek back up to his feet before sliding the LHW Champion in, avoiding the count already issued by Kivell. Sacred pushes Erek on to his back and goes for the cover.

 

ONE!!!

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

THRE- OOOH! Erek pops his shoulder up, raising many eyebrows in the arena!

 

"(Curry) I guess we can sit down now."

 

"(NTD) Yeah, I guess so. For a minute there, I thought I almost lost you, wh-"

 

"(Curry) Awww, thanks buddy."

 

"(NTD) -Ahem, WHICH would be the happiest minute of my life."

 

"(Curry) Oh. Well then, you can go to hell."

 

Sacred won't be denied, and goes for the cover again, only to have Erek kick out at two. Sacred grabs Erek by the leg and quickly pulls it towards the opposite direction before mounting himself on Erek's back, trapping the LHW Champion with the single crab! The pain rushes through Erek's veins, sending shockwaves through the mind and soul. Erek instantaneously awakens, grimacing in pain and slamming both his fists on the canvas. Erek tries to reach for the ropes, extending his arm and succeeds. Kivell tries to force Sacred off but the Pound member drags Erek back to the center of the ring and applies the full Boston Crab this time. Options of giving up suddenly rises in the depths of Erek's mind, and the LHW Champion almost does, raising his hand as if to tap. The California crowd turn the other way in shame but when they do not hear the toll of the bell, waves of cheers pour down! Erek crunches his fist and quickly rips his legs away from Sacred's hands, flipping Sacred on to his back in the process. Quickly mounting himself on Sacred's chest, Erek unleashes an onslaught of continous rights and lefts. Sacred tries blocking them but his arms are crushed down by Erek's knees. Instead, the ICTV Champion simply uses his legs to pull Erek's arms down, and counters with a cover....

 

ONE!!!

 

TWO!!!

 

THRE- OOOOH!!! Once again, Erek shoots his legs into the air before the three count.

 

"(Curry) What a great counter by Sacred but Erek Taylor won't stay down. Your thoughts, you dumbfounded bitch."

 

"(NTD) What did you call me? It actually doesn't matter because everything you call me can't hurt me. I don't care for the insults that queers give me."

 

"(Curry) Why yo-"

 

"(NTD) SECURITY!"

 

Sacred, never discouraged, brings Erek back up and decks the young flyer with a hard right. Sacred moves in and delivers another right, a third, a fourth, a fifth before grabbing hold of Erek's wrist and hurling him to the ropes. Erek rebounds, and instinctively ducks a clothesline from Sacred. Erek rebounds a second time, this time Sacred ready for Erek's move. Erek leaps into the air, trying to land a diving forearm but Sacred falls to his back and shoots his legs forward, right into Erek's body. Sacred launches Erek into the air, and lets gravity take over to pull the LHW Champion down into a monkey toss.

 

"(Curry) Sacred may well be on his way to another victory this month! If this continues, of course."

 

"(NTD) It will continue because I said so."

 

Erek pops back up to his feet, trying to show the SWF veteran that he's no fluke. Sacred ignores the message and sends Erek crashing into the buckles with a hook to the chin. Sacred moves in and delivers another hook before bringing Erek forward, letting the LHW Champion dangle on his feet as Sacred dances around, showing off his boxing skills with a jab, a hook, an uppercut, and finishing it off with a dropkick to the chest, sending Erek staggering back to the corner once more. Sacred moves in and thrusts his shoulder forward, driving it into Erek's gut. Sacred thrusts his shoulder once more before gaining momentum and continuing to ram Erek's stomach with shoulder thrusts. Erek tries to break loose but Sacred's arms prevent any kind of escape. And so, Erek pulls himself up, allowing Sacred to drive his shoulder right into the buckles! Soon afterward, Erek rolls down Sacred's back before pulling the ICTV Champion down and trapping him with the sunset flip.

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

THRE- OOOOOH! Sacred kicks out at Erek's counter move!!

 

"(Curry) What a sunset flip! At the brink of defeat, Erek still manages to get away from Sacred."

 

"(NTD) That's not the goal of the game! He's supposed to get Sacred's lifepoints all the way to ZERO!"

 

"(Curry) Lifepoints? I told you not to talk about Yu-Gi Oh!"

 

"(NTD) And I told you that I won't listen. IT'S TIME TO DUEL!"

 

Sacred pops up to his feet and grabs the rising Erek Taylor with a facelock before grabbing hold of Erek's waist and hoisting the LHW Champion into the air. Erek dangles upside down for a few seconds before Sacred lets the flyer drop, right into a brainbuster by the ICTV Champion! Sacred goes for the cover but once again, Erek kicks out at two. Sacred brings the LHW Champion up to his feet but Erek breaks free of Sacred's grip and..... backs away?!?! Sacred wonders for a moment and quickly moves in to swing a hard right. Erek ducks under and moves away from Sacred, a determined look on the Light Heavyweight Champion's face.

 

"(Curry) What is Erek doing?!"

 

"(NTD) He's running away!! SO WHY ARE YOU RUNNING AWAAAYYYYY??!"

 

"(Curry) Hey! Don't sing that song ever again. I like Hoobastank."

 

Sacred moves in and swings again, and yet again, Erek ducks under and moves away from Sacred. Sacred ponders for a moment and moves in to swing another right. Erek ducks under but Sacred anticipates the move and swiftly changes gears to drive a knee into Erek's face! The LHW Champion pops up, holding his face in pain as Sacred grabs Erek by the wrist and whips him to the ropes, or tries. Erek counters the whip with a whip of his own, turning the tables for at least this moment.

 

"(Curry) OoooH! Sacred with another great strategic move!"

 

"(NTD) Well of course. He was taught by yours truly."

 

"(Curry) You only taught him how to take his pants off, which wasn't a good idea."

 

"(NTD) HEY! EVERY SINGLE TEACHER HAS HIS OR HER VERY OWN METHOD!"

 

Sacred rebounds off the ropes, his mind racing a million miles a second to try to figure out Erek Taylor's strategy. Erek swings a hard right and Sacred ducks under before slamming on the breaks. The ICTV Champion spins around, and whirls a foot across Erek's face! The superkick sends Erek staggering towards the ropes. The ropes provide a cusion, but a rubbery cusion that rebounds Erek towards the ICTV Champ! Sacred greets Taylor with a kick to the gut, doubling the LHW Champion over. Sacred hesitates, his paranoia preventing him from hitting the Cruel Fate. It could be all over, but for who? It could be over for Erek, and it could be all over for Sacred. Finally mustering all the courage he has in him, Sacred races to the ropes, gaining leverage by the minute.

 

"(Curry) Here it comes! Cruel Fate! Always a painful move to execute!"

 

"(NTD) No it's not! It's only painful for the opponent."

 

"(Curry) No.... Sacred gets knocked out hard too."

 

"(NTD) Sacred won't because he's so damn good. SAY IT!"

 

"(Curry) ...."

 

Sacred races in, his arms aching to plant Erek to the ground but before he can even touch the head of Erek Taylor, the LHW Champion lunges forward and grabs Sacred by the waist, hoisting him into the air before planting him down to the canvas with a diving spinebuster! The move knocks the wind out of both Erek Taylor and Sacred, leaving them both lying inside the squared circle in a panting phase. Kivell, without hesitation, begins the countout.

 

ONE!!

 

"(Curry) Both Erek Taylor and Sacred are knocked out from that diving spinebuster. You have to give credit to both of them, they put a lot of heart in this matchup."

 

"(NTD) I'm not giving credit to anyone but the winner."

 

TWO!

 

THREE!

 

"(NTD) Here comes four!"

 

FOUR!

 

FIVE! Erek Taylor slowly stirs, pushing himself on to his stomach before slowly staggering to his feet, drawing a hearty ovation from the crowds and forcing Kivell to stop the count. Taylor moves over and grabs Sacred's legs, holding it up in a "V" formation before attempting to cross it up. The attempt wakes Sacred up instantaneously, and the ICTV Champion begins to struggle, knowing that if Erek ever gets the Sharpshooter locked in, there's only a two step process after that to ensure a victory for the young flyer. Sacred pushes as hard as he can, and sends Erek stumbling to the ropes! Erek rebounds and swings at the rising Sacred, who ducks under and allows the momentum to carry Erek to the opposite ropes. Erek rebounds a second time and Sacred takes advantage, delivering a kick to the gut before grabbing hold of Erek's head and leaping into the air..... only to get hurled backwards!! Erek counters the Cruel Fate with a back body drop at the last second, leaving Sacred lying in a puddle of his own dismay! The crowds roar as Erek limps over to the ropes before ascending to the top in an instant. Pointing one finger to the sky, Erek launches himself into the air, before suddenly twisting towards the other way and crashing into Sacred with the moonsault!!

 

"(Curry) OOOH MYY!!!! DOWNFALL! EREK TAYLOR NAILED THE DOWNFALL!"

 

"(NTD) No way!! No way!!! Sacred, kick out! KICK OUT!!"

 

Erek rolls off Sacred, his body in excruciating pain now. Kicking the canvas, slamming his fist into the floor, trying to do anything to get rid of the pain. Erek tries to reach for Sacred but the pain is far too great, forcing Erek to wither up again.

 

"(NTD) Nevermind, the kid's not going for the cover."

 

"(Curry) That's because he's hurt."

 

"(NTD) So? That's no excuse! *heightens his voice* Oh look at me, I'm hurt, I can't go to school. Let me stay home mommy! *regulates voice* What a pussy."

 

Erek, after a minute or two, sucks up the pain and crawls over Sacred, lying one hand over the fallen ICTV Champion's body. Kivell scrambles down and quickly counts the cover.

 

ONE!!!

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

THREE- OOOOOOOH!!!! Sacred shoots his shoulders forward just in the nick of time!! The LHW Champion cannot believe what he's seeing. Never has he encountered such a warrior like Sacred. Never has he encountered such an entity who takes so much pride and risks it all in an instant. Never. Erek rises to his feet and brings Sacred up with him, but Sacred suddenly retaliates, thrusting his fist forward and driving it into Erek's face. Sacred delivers another right, and another, and another, a fifth, a sixth, a seventh punch that forces Erek to the ropes! Sacred grabs Erek by the wrist and hurls him to the ropes. On the rebound, Sacred steps forward and bends down, hoping to catch Erek in a back body drop but the High Flyin' Prince uses the move to his advantage, leaping into the air at the last second and jumping over Sacred's back! Realizing that nobody's coming, Sacred rises up, only to feel Erek's hands circle around his neck! Erek swiftly pulls Sacred down, driving the backside of the ICTV Champion's head into his shoulder, the sitout neckbreaker..... FAME AND FURY!!!

 

"(Curry) FAME AND FURY!"

 

"(NTD) Now it's over...."

 

Erek pushes Sacred on to his back and hooks the leg up for the cover....

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

THREE!!!

 

***Ding ding ding!!!***

 

"(Funyon) The winner of this contest, as a result of pinfall..... EERREEEKKKK TTAAAYYYYLLLOOOORRR!!!!"

 

"Downfall" blares out of the speakers as Erek rolls out of the ring. Taking deep breaths on the outside, Erek looks back inside, where Sacred slowly begins to stir. Knowing the pain and suffering this man has unleashed, Erek grabs his LHW Title Belt and scurries away, racing up the ramp and disappearing into the back.

 

"(NTD) HA! I KNEW IT! Erek's scared!! And rightfully so, I might add."

 

"(Curry) Well folks, we still have a great show for you tonight so don't go away. Please.... don't go away."

 

"(NTD) I'm sure that won't scare them."

 

"(Curry) Shut up."

 

The cameras give you one last look at the ring before fading to commercials.

[Guest BA_Baracus]

The customary Smarkdown music hits as the camera quickly shifts towards the announce table where Curry and NTD sit waiting to continue doing their commentary work.

 

“Welcome back live…”

 

“You always hype things up when there’s nothing to hype about…  Woopie doo, we’re back from commercial, so what!”

 

“Well, I’m hyped up because soon, very soon the Main Event will happen and this might and I think it most certainly will change the face of the Main Event on the PPV Crossfire.”

 

“Bull, Thugg will crush Raynor, smack Edwin and treat Bo like a bitch even though Bo’s kinda cool.”

 

“Keep it Thoro” by Prodigy hits…  As Curry said:  “Speaking of the devil.”

 

Bo comes out of the curtain as stirred of boos mixed with an even hyped up stirred of cheers caused the noise pollution in the arena.  Bo slowly walks down the ramp; the camera catches his backside and sees a mike on his back pocket.

 

“Well, Bo isn’t schedule until later tonight, but who cares, he has something to say.”

 

Bo reaches the apron and goes through the middle and top rope; he walks around the ring a little as the music stops.  He reaches back for the mike and grabs it as the crowd begins to cheer “BO, BO, BO.”  The man from the rough borough of the Bronx slowly ascends the mike to his lips; the crowd quiets down as Bo says:

 

“What’s Crackin?”

 

The crowd gets hyped up as they say:  “NOTHING, JUST CHILLIN.”

 

Curry said it too as NTD just stares at him with disgust and Curry smiles.

 

“Aight, aight…  Yo check this, a lot of people is asking me why I’m so mad at Thugg.”

 

By the mention of the name Thugg that causes the arena to erupt in total chaos of boos.

 

“I feel ya, now check this…  They keep asking me why I’m flippin on him if he’s my boy.  Telling me that we were mad close and shit and they want to know why I’m flippin on him like that.  Now, if anyone knows me they should know that I’m a family nigga; my first priority is my family.  I fought for my Brother’s name, Anarchy was my family and I fought for them, Da Pound was my family too and you know how I got down.”

 

“And your point is?  Dammit, get to the point…  I really hate when people don’t cut to the chase, that gets me mad.”

 

“Ya wanna know why I’m seeking revenge?  Ya wanna know why I’m out to hurt, no, fuck it, I’m out to kill Thugg…  Well, the reason why I’m out here is to tell the whole world the truth.  This is what Thugg did to me…  That bastard…”

 

“My Niggas” by DMX hits and that cause the crowd to get on their feet and boos as loud as they can to the most hatred man in the world.  Thugg comes out from behind the curtains with a mike in hand.  The music stops and you can tell that his voice is in fear as he states:  “Yo!  Shut the fuck up!  Don’t tell these bitches shit!  We keeps it gangsta son…keep it between us nigga.”

 

“FUCK YOU THUGG!”

 

“Yo, keep it gangsta, this is between you and me, not these people…”

 

“What’s wrong Thugg, afraid that these people might turn on you the way you turned on me.”

 

“Son, it wasn’t my fault.”

 

“IT WAS YOUR FUCKIN FAULT…  And now I’m drunk with revenge.”

 

“Don’t let this bullshit affect your life man…  We’re both ghetto and we keep it hood.”

 

“This is my life…  And you ruined it.”

 

“It’s not like you can’t start over…  You know you can’t”

 

“Dammit, what are they talking about?”

 

“I’m with you right there NTD.”

 

“I don’t want to start over, I want things to go back the way they were but you had to destroy it didn’t you?  You had to put your two cents in the mix right?  You just had to be right there right?  Wrong fuckin place at the wrong fuckin time and didn’t do anything to stop it right.”

 

“I couldn’t”

 

“Don’t give me that shit…  You’re scared because I’m going to let the whole world know the truth?  Nigga, I didn’t lose my memory, you fucked over “X” and you let the whole world know it.  You tried to kill him, the difference between him and I, is that you TRIED to kill him physically, to me, you killed me internally.  And now, I must kill you completely.”

 

“You know what Bo…  You know that I didn’t mean to do what I did; I tried to tell you that it was my fault regardless of anything.  I tried to be honest with you, I tried calling you explaining what happen you didn’t return my calls, dammit, I wrote you a fuckin letter but you didn’t care to read it.  I’ve tried everything I can possible do to say I’m sorry, but you don’t accept it, if you can’t accept it, and do what you gotta do…  I’m really tired of your shit so say it.  I really don’t give a fuck.”

 

“Don’t try to cop a plead.  That sympathy shit doesn’t rock.”

 

“I’m not trying to cop a plead.”

 

“YES YOU FUCKIN ARE!”

 

“No I’m not…  This is street life.”

 

“STREET LIFE?  YOU FUCKED OVER MY LIFE.”

 

“NO I DIDN’T.”

 

“YOU FUCKED MY WIFE!!!”  Bo screamed, eyes buck shot red, tears forms in his pupils as veins pop out of his baldhead.  The whole crowd sits in shock.  The announcers are shocked silent as the phrase “You fucked my wife” echoed around the arena.

 

“I didn’t fuck her, she just needed some companionship, and she was lonely man.”

 

“You should have told her to get a fuckin dog.”

 

“Look Chuck.”

 

“No fuck you…” Bo interrupted, he continues speaking by saying:  “You done fucked up, and at Crossfire, there aint going to be no crossfire, there’s going to be two shots fired to your dome, going at one direction.  Damien, you will die, and I’m going to make sure of that.”

 

“Bo, what the fuck you want me to do.  I made a mistake and I apologize, what else do you want me to do?”

 

“Die.”

 

“Well, that aint gonna happen.  If you cannot accept my apology then we can take care of this like men at the PPV.  Thug to Thug.”

 

“You know what, come to think about it, I don’t want to wait for the PPV, I want a piece of you right now.”

 

“You expect me to be scared?  Nigga, then just bring it.”

 

“Bet.”

 

With the mike still in his hand Bo quickly goes through the ropes and onto the floor.  He begins to walk up the ramp when JD and Sacred quickly comes out and stand in front of Thugg, protecting him from harm.  Bo looks at them and nods, causing the crowd to boo because they want to see some action and also because Sacred and JD are in there.  Bo slides in the ring with the mike still in hand as he raises it to his lips and said:  

 

“Aight, you want to keep it gangsta and have your niggas there, it’s all gravy.  Remember one thing Thugg, I will get my revenge on the PPV and your life will be over.  Niggas or no niggas, you’re mine.  And we’ll going to see who’s really the true nigga, the true thug is this biz.”

 

“What ever dog.”

 

“And you know why I’m a bigger threat than usual?  Because I give two damns about the belt, all I want is your blood smeared on my hands.”

 

“It aint gonna happen dog.”

 

“Remember what you said Thugg.  You’ve always said Ride or Die.  Well, are you going to ride, or die.”

 

“Ride.”

 

“Until the PPV when you die.”

 

“Is that a fact?”

 

“That’s a mother fuckin promise.  Keep your friends close, but keep your enemies the closest.”

 

“Fuck you!”

 

“It’s on bitch…  Tonight it’s just the prelude, on the PPV, everything will be exposed and you will no longer be with us.”

 

Sacred and JD tries to push Thugg back as he screams:  “FUCK YOU NIGGA…  I’M READY!”

 

“Ready to die.”

 

“FUCK YOU!”

 

JD and Sacred, with struggle successfully push HVT to the back as “Keep it Thoro” hits and the camera shows Bo with a sick smile on his face.  Bo waits a few more seconds before dropping the mike and leaving the premises, leaving thousands of fans shocked and the people on the back stunned with the announcers.

 

“I just can’t believe it.”  Curry said with a stunned look on his face.”

 

“You?  Bo’s wife aint even that hot.”

 

“That’s his wife man, and they got a seed together.  Thugg messed up, but they should have at least talked about it.”

 

“Talk?  Hell no, if a guy is boning my wife I would kill both of them.”

 

“I don’t know…  I think Bo got something big involved and I don’t think he’s going to wait for the PPV.  I think he’s going to do it tonight.”

 

“That’s good for Thugg…  First he tries to kill X, and now he fucks Bo over…  Fuck him.”

 

“I don’t accept him for doing what he did to X, and what he just did to Bo…  But Bo should have at least talk to him and asked why…  Maybe the marriage could have been saved, who knows.”

 

“Not you…  Bo’s drunk on revenge and I’m behind him 100%…”

 

“Well, you got your opinions and I got mine…  We have to go to break…  I’m still stunned at the current events.”

[Guest BA_Baracus]

“I think that I just might break something tonight!”

 

Four blue fireworks erupt from the entrance stage, and suddenly the Arco Arena fills with thunderous boos!  

 

Curry: “We’re back on SWF Smarkdown, and it’s tag team time!”

 

With another rush of fireworks, this time silver, “Break Stuff” blares on…

 

NTD: “And it’s a dream team, baby!  The Nuclear One and the Showstopper, together at last!”

 

BOOM!  A tremendous blue flame explodes at the entrance ramp, blinding the arena momentarily before fading away, the sparks and fog clearing to reveal Stryke standing at the top of the ramp, arms outstretched in a crucifix pose and Hardcore Gamer’s Championship cinched tight around his waist!

 

Funyon: “The following match is a tag team match, and it is scheduled for one fall!  Entering first, making his way to the ring at 209 pounds and hailing from Sydney, Australia, he is the Hardcore Gamer’s Champion…STRYYYKE!”

 

Stryke sneers at the top of the ramp momentarily, almost reveling in the boos of the crowd.  Stalking down the ramp, he quickly dives into the ring and ascends to the nearest turnbuckle, holding his belt high, when the lights fade out…

 

Funyon: “And his partner…”

 

Suddenly, the heavy guitars of “Scum of the Earth” rock the Arco as an explosion hits the entrance area, leaving a faint green glow in its wake.  Clad in Clan robe, a wirey and shifty figure, his face hooded, makes his way onto the stage and starts to walk towards the ring.

 

Funyon: “…from Phoenix, Arizona, weighing in at 185 pounds, and a member of the Clan, he is the Nuclear Weapon…FALLOOOOOOUT!”

 

Curry: “And there’s our dynamic duo for this evening, an evil-fest of epic proportions!  Fallout, coming off a vicious beatdown on Storm at the hands of Sacred and the Hville Thugg, teams tonight with Stryke, the surprisingly dominant Hardcore Gamer’s Champion whose WF career is less than a month old!”

 

NTD: “It’s like Daddy Evil and Baby Evil, come to have some bonding time…”

 

As the commentators wax on the genealogy of evil, Fallout climbs into the ring, removing his Clan robe and laying it in the center of the ring.  Stryke stands in the corner, but as a huge green explosion of pyrotechnics rocks the ring, nearly overshadowing the boos of the crowd, he leaps away from it, yipping a bit.

 

Curry: “Ha!  So much for the forces of evil.  If they’re distracted by a little pyro, I can’t wait to see what happens…right…about…now.”

 

“Midnight Carnival…”

 

And with a huge cheer, the entire Arco Arena is back on its feet, this time with support rather than scorn!  The arena falls into blackness, illuminated only by the flashing Smarktron, glowing white in time with the beats of “Love Rollercoaster.”  

 

As the guitars drop in, three blue laser lights trace across the arena, emanating from the same central point on the stage.  The beat picks up, and the laser lights flare out to a big cheer as the words “Rollercoaster of love” chirp out, heralding the arrival of two lanky, silhouetted figures at the entrance ramp!  The two silhouettes exchange a high-five, and as the refrain hits for the first time, the entrance glows wild with an explosion of purple strobe lights—and the two figures burst into a run, dashing down the ramp!  The crowd explodes!

 

Curry: “And here comes the Carnival, fed up with the so-called ‘authority’ in this fed, fed up with the Hville Thugg, and about to kick some BUTT!”

 

NTD: “Bah!  These two kicked the crap out of each other on Storm!  It’s gonna happen again!  I can feel it!”

 

Curry: “But that was Thugg’s fault, and they shook hands afterwards…”

 

NTD: “The handshake of death!”

 

Curry: “Tard.”

 

Funyon: “And…bolting towards ringside good god I’d better get moving, weighing in at a combined 499 pounds, Edwin MacPhisto and Johnny Rotten, the MIDNIIIIIGHT CAAAAARNIVAL!”

 

The two Carnies dive into the ring, music and lights blaring behind them, and Rotten immediately bolts for Stryke while Edwin charges towards Fallout, discarding his trenchcoat as he moves!  Funyon clambers down the steps as Rotten swings a punch at Stryke, but the Australian hardcore ace drops into a roll and dodges away, then bails out of the ring!  Edwin drills Fallout with a solid forearm, and the lights return to normal as a seething Rotten eyes Stryke, slowly sidling to the heel corner outside the ring.  With Fallout and Edwin exchanging punches, Rotten stalks back to the Carnival corner and looks out to the fans, starting up a clap and cheer call and response!  As things settle down into one-on-one action, Stryke gingerly climbs onto the apron, and the referee calls for the bell!

 

Curry: “What an explosive start to this tag battle!  Did you see Rotten go for Stryke like that?”

 

NTD: “Damn right I did!  Low tactics, I’m telling you!  He just wanted to get in an early cheap shot, or one of his stupid crotch kicks, I bet!”

 

Curry: “Can you blame him?  It was a week ago on Smarkdown that Stryke pulled out what many would consider an upset defense of his HGC belt against Rotten, despite needing half a dozen chair shots to do it!”

 

NTD: “Hardcore rules, my friend!  Can’t bitch about that!”

 

Curry: “You’re right this one time, but you can see revenge burning in Rotten’s eyes…I wouldn’t want to be in Stryke’s position tonight, that’s all I’m saying.”

 

As Curry fears for the life of an evil Aussie, Edwin takes control of the in-ring brawl, capturing a Fallout left jab and transitioning into an Irish whip!  Fallout rockets towards the rampside ropes and bounces back…right into a MacPhisto clothesline!  Edwin’s arm drops Fallout hard, and post-impact MacPhisto does a pirouette with a graceful finish.  The crowd lets out a supportive roar as Fallout snaps back to his feet, cracking his neck and snarling at the laughing Mac Daddy.  The Nuclear Weapon charges forward, shoulder ducked, and bolts into Edwin’s gut, shocking the Mac Daddy, but not taking him down.  He cinches Edwin’s pants at the waist and goes for a front face-lock, but Edwin swings his left arm down hard, parrying Fallout’s blow away!

 

Curry: “Edwin protects himself from one of Fallout’s snap suplexes—but he’s still got the waistlock!”

 

The parry doesn’t affect Fallout much, as he quickly adapts, using the parried arm to complete the front waistlock and suddenly flow backwards with a beautiful northern lights suplex!  Edwin crashes into the mat hard and sits up aching, flinching as Fallout rises to his full height, dashes forward, and hits a rising boot straight to the jaw!  Edwin’s's head snaps back abruptly and he drags himself towards the rampside ropes, but the adrenaline-pumped Fallout moves more quickly, grabbing onto the top rope and using it for support as he stomps away at the fallen Crown Prince!  Edwin shudders violently under the stomps, but he’s in luck—Fallout stops as he feels a light tap on the shoulder, and as he turns the grinning fist of Johnny Rotten crashes into his face and blows him back towards the center of the ring!

 

NTD: “DQ!  DQ!  Rotten interfered!”

 

Curry: “That stuff always happens in tag matches!  Rotten’s a loose cannon to begin with—what does Fallout expect to get when he’s dealing with him like that?”

 

NTD: “Well…blah!”  

 

The crowd cheers as the ref scolds Rotten, who just smiles innocently and helps Edwin up from the apron.  As Edwin gets up with the help of the ropes, Rotten returns to the corner and glares back towards Stryke, who meets his gaze with a bit of a snarl.

 

Curry: “The tensions between Rotten and Stryke are building across the ring…I can’t wait to see what happens when they both get in there!”

 

NTD: “There’s not going to even be a tag, retard!  Fallout’s gonna finish MacPhisto right here!”

 

As Fallout gets to one knee, Edwin kicks him in the face.

 

Curry: “You were saying?”

 

NTD: “Eat my ass!  That’s dirty!”

 

Curry: “No thank you, and please!  If Fallout can kick someone in the face, so can Edwin!  He’s got to get his intensity up anyway if he’s going to have a chance at dethroning Thugg at Crossfire—or kicking his ass for good measure if Raynor does that duty later tonight!”

 

Satisfied with the momentum shift courtesy his fellow Carnie, Edwin pulls Fallout up off the mat in an armwringer.  Fallout grunts as Edwin twirls his right arm, then snaps it down once…twice…and three times!  Quickly rolling in with the strained arm, Edwin takes it into a hammerlock behind Fallout’s back, and then transitions directly into a rear waistlock!  The crowd cheers as Edwin pulls back fast, slamming the squirming Fallout with a standard German suplex rather than the trademark delayed one…and holding on for another!  As Edwin lifts for the second suplex, Fallout leans forward and shifts his weight, stalling the suplex…but leaving Edwin the perfect opportunity to crack his tailbone over an outstretched knee with an atomic drop!  CRACK!  Fallout bounces away groaning as his tactic backfires, and Edwin rolls in to hook the leg!  Stryke starts to push himself through the ropes…

 

Curry: “Edwin counters out of the counter, and here’s the first cover of the night!”

 

ONE!

 

TWO—and Fallout kicks out before Stryke has to intervene.

 

Curry: “Look at that vulture…already looking to break up a pinfall, and we’ve only just begun!”

 

NTD: “ ‘La la la, that stuff alllllways happens in taaaaag matches’…”

 

Curry: “Silence, tool.”

 

Edwin’s quizzical frown shows disappointment at the failed cover, but he remains in control as he wrenches Fallout up off the mat and drills him with a knee-lift—no, Fallout rakes his fingers across Edwin’s eyes, briefly blinding him and giving the Clan member the opportunity to scramble for his corner and the safety of a quick tag!  The crowd boos as Fallout wusses out of the fight, and then boos harder as Stryke ascends to the top rope!

 

Curry: “Look out, Edwin!”

 

Edwin opens his eyes…and Stryke drills him with a huge flying bodypress!  He bounces against the mat and Stryke hooks his inside leg for a schoolboy just as they land!

 

Curry: “No, not like this!”

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

TH—and Edwin explodes out just before three, shoving the devious Stryke away as well as he can.  The crowd settles down again, but is soon at boiling point once more as Stryke pelts the grounded Mac Daddy with one dash into a seated dropkick, then another!  A worn-down and stunned MacPhisto looks to his corner, but Rotten’s arm is too far away for a saving tag.  From behind, Stryke latches a full-nelson and drags Edwin back to his feet, pulling him away from the corner before leaping, pumping both his knees into the Back Daddy of the Mac Daddy, and then landed safely, rolling out of the Full-Nelson as he lands.

 

Curry: “Unorthodox assault from Stryke, but a solid shot on Edwin’s lower back--

Breakdown, Breakdown!”

 

The crowd boos as Stryke quickly flows from the full-nelson to a clutch across Edwin’s chest, lifting him up before quickly slamming him down on his back with a rock bottom!  Stryke tightly grabs the weakened Edwin’s leg, and the ref drops down to count!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

TH—and Edwin kicks out again to another big pop!

 

Curry: “Edwin survives the snap assault on his back, but he’s looking dead in there!  Stryke is fresh, and he’s systematically wearing Edwin down!  He needs to make a tag!”

 

Unfazed by Edwin’s resistance, Stryke nonchalantly lifts Edwin up, whips him towards the heel corner, and then blows Rotten a snarling mock kiss!  The man from Naptown, enraged, pulls himself through the ropes, but the referee runs to block him as a smirking Fallout grabs the arriving Edwin in a rear choke!  MacPhisto’s arms flail, and with Rotten distracted, Stryke charges forward, leaps…and scores a dropkick right on Edwin’s crotch!  Men across the world squeal, and NTD giggles!

 

Curry: “That was deliberate low blow, both literally and metaphorically!”

 

NTD: “Ee hee hee, that makes it twice as fun!”

 

Rising to his feet, Stryke begins to hammer the still-choked Edwin with body blows, and Fallout releases Edwin right into Stryke’s arms just as the ref turns!  The crowd lets them have it with a wall of boos and a smattering of profanities from the front row, but the oblivious ref just watches as Stryke scoops Edwin out of the corner and cracks him with a vicious backbreaker!  The Carnival leader cries out as Stryke dumps him towards the center of the ring, clutching at the small of his back and perhaps longing for better days.

 

Curry: “Stryke’s taking Edwin apart at the spine, probably doing damage that Edwin won’t be happy about going into his Last Man Standing match at the PPV with Bo and Thugg!”

 

NTD: “Is anyone ever really that happy about spinal damage?”

 

Curry: “Err, no, I guess you’ve got me there.”

 

As Edwin squirms in the center of the ring, Stryke motions Fallout away and climbs the turnbuckle in his corner as Rotten has a mild panic attack in Carnival country.  Flashbulbs pop as Stryke stands on the rope and faces the crowd, stretches his arms out, then brings them back in…and leaps backwards!  Oohs and a satisfied cackle from Fallout fill the arena as Stryke twists for the moonsault, but adds an extra 90 degrees to the turn, leading with his knees as he plummets towards the downed Edwin’s back!

 

NTD: “Lithium Heartattack—good night, Mac Daddy!”

 

Stryke careens in, his eyes wild with excitement as he lands…

 

…RIGHT ON THE MAT AS EDWIN ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!  The crowd explodes as Stryke’s knees compact beneath him!  He bounces away screaming, clutching at his impacted patellas, and Edwin struggles to sit up, still stretching his hurt back more than he’d like to.

 

Curry: “Stryke took too long posing up a storm on that top turnbuckle, and Edwin dodged the high-risk moonsault-kneedrop!  Stryke’s got to be in a world of hurt after that, and both men are in desperate need of a tag!”

 

Both men are struggling up, Edwin crawling breathlessly for the outstretched arm of an eager Johnny Rotten, Stryke just trying to get to his feet despite the immense pain…Edwin crawls closer, and the crowd is behind him, chanting “MAC-PHIST-OOOOO” all the while.  He reaches his hand up, just a foot away from Rotten’s, when suddenly Stryke snaps to awareness and sees the imminent tag!  Scrambling on the ground, staying off his feet, he grabs Edwin’s right ankle and jerks him away from the rope to a big series of boos!  Edwin’s left leg, now off-balance, gives out, and still grounded, avoiding pressure on his knees, Stryke tries to reel him in—but the Mac Daddy won’t budge!

 

NTD: “Bite the ankle, Stryke!  Cannibalism—it’s the only way!”

 

Curry inches away from NTD behind the announcer’s table as Stryke tries to draw Edwin in, getting his hands on his calf, looking perhaps to lock in his preferred submission, the half-crab…but Edwin is fighting it!  Powering up on his free left leg, Edwin starts to pull away from Stryke!  Rotten’s reaching, Stryke’s straining, and now the crowd is cheering as Edwin gets to a standing position on his left foot!  He looks back over his shoulder at Stryke, who still kneels behind him, tugging at the right foot…

 

…and Edwin leaps into the air, arcing his left foot up and spinning to slice one Doc Marten boot straight down into Stryke’s face to free himself with a spinning roundhouse enziguiri!  

 

Curry: “Enziguiri from a standing Edwin to a kneeling Stryke, and Edwin’s free!  Here we go!”

 

Desperate and out of breath, the crowd pounding at their seats, Edwin leaps for the corner, stretches out his arm, and…connects with Rotten’s palm on the way down!  The crowd goes absolutely berserk as Rotten barrels through the ropes in a beeline for the man who chaired him to oblivion just a week ago!

 

Curry: “Here we go, here we go!  Stryke’s about to get his!”  

 

But the ailing Aussie scrambles to his feet, pounding his bad knees like pistons as he dashes towards the corner, slaps an unexpectant Fallout on the shoulder, and dives through the ropes to safety!  The crowd deflates as Fallout climbs through the ropes, and Rotten roars and puts his hands to his temples, frustrated immensely, pointing and shouting at Stryke!

 

Curry: “What a cop-out!  Rotten was so close to getting his hands on Stryke, and that coward just bailed out of the ring, leaving Fallout to do his dirty work for him!”

 

NTD: “Coward?  He’s got bad knees!”

 

Curry: “And that’s his own fault!”

 

NTD: “Blahhh, blahh, blahhh.  You should be happy!  Stryke took your little Mac Daddy apart, and he would have done the same to Rotten!”

 

Curry: “Whatever…”

 

Fallout keeps his eyes glued on Rotten while Stryke cowers on the outside. Slowly he puts a leg over the second rope, sliding in as Rotten waits patiently for him to arrive before charging in to a big crowd pop and wailing punch after punch into the Fallout’s tender midsection!  Each right is followed in succession with a corresponding left, and the blows push Fallout into the corner.  Looking at an opportunity for a cheap shot, Stryke climbs onto the apron, locks his hands around Rotten's neck, and falls down to the outside, snapping the Carnie’s neck with a hangman in the process!  Fallout takes this chance to come back, and he does it with an elbow drop from the corner.

 

Curry: “Check out that double team!  And you were ragging on Edwin before, sheesh!”

 

NTD: “Heh heh…that was cool…”

 

The referee scolds Stryke, but the heel team doesn't listen, and Fallout drops a second elbow onto Rotten.

 

Curry: “Rotten's going to have to get out of their corner if he’s ever going to tag Edwin back in!  It’s his only chance to gain the momentum back for his team.”

 

NTD: "And vice-versa, it's very smart that Fallout and Stryke hold him there.  Strategy, baby!  My guys are smarter than yours!”

 

Curry: “They’re not your guys!”

 

NTD: “Someone’s jealous…”

 

Curry sighs, and Fallout gives Rotten a short whip back into the corner.   Fallout immediately puts himself between the ref and the cornered Rotten, and Stryke takes a turn on the aggressive choke train.  The referee immediately starts to yell, but not before he can get three or four good pumps on Rotten’s neck.  As he lets him free, Rotten spins and shoots out a wild punch, but just like at the match’s start, Stryke ducks!  With Rotten distracted, Fallout quickly slaps on an inverted facelock and jumps out of the corner with sit-out neckbreaker!

 

NTD: “Now that’s strategy!”

 

Curry: “Now that’s bullshit is more like it…”

 

Fallout hooks the leg, and across the ring Edwin gets ready to come in…

 

ONE!

 

TWO—and Rotten gets his foot on the rope!  The crowd roars, but Fallout yanks it off and cradles him tightly for another fall!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

TH—and Rotten explodes outwards, refusing to go down!  Royally pissed, Fallout rolls out, stands, and kicks at Rotten's head to slow him down a bit more.  Fallout looks up for the tag, too frustrated to go on, and he slaps Stryke on the shoulder…and Stryke slaps him right back!

 

Curry: “Stryke doesn’t want to get near Rotten!  He’s avoided him all match and he’s not about to start now!”

 

NTD: “That’s a lie!  He just was interacting with him!”

 

Curry: “Yeah, when he wasn’t the legal man!  Stryke’s all about trickery…”

 

The veteran Fallout begins to lecture his one-night-only tag partner about protocol, but the rise of a crowd cheer cuts off the cheer!  Fallout suddenly rockets forward as Rotten spears him from behind, driving him into the ringpost and blowing Stryke off the apron!

 

Curry: “And Rotten’s found his second wind!  He needs to get that tag back to MacPhisto!”

 

Firmly in control, a raging Rotten whips Fallout towards Edwin in the corner!  Edwin receives him with a punch to the jaw, and Fallout ping-pongs back to the center, where Rotten meets him with a gigantic diving shoulder tackle!  As he climbs off Fallout’s crumpled body, Rotten dashes forward and slaps hands with a now eager Edwin, who immediately pulls himself up to the top rope, blows a kiss, and leaps out!

 

NTD: “No!  No!  Move, Fallout, move!”

 

Edwin sails out, leading with a falling back elbow…and connects, driving the Twisting Elbow Press right into Fallout’s chest!  Quickly recovering, Edwin rolls him up—and Fallout kicks off the mat and reverses to an inside cradle of his own!

 

NTD: “Yes!  I knew it!”

 

ONE!

 

TWO!—and Edwin bursts away, leaps to his feet—and takes a missile dropkick to the head courtesy of Stryke!  The referee charges across the ring and raises two fingers, as if to say “one more and you boys are out,” but Fallout immediately pounces on Edwin!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THR—and Edwin gets the shoulder up, much to Fallout’s chagrin!  Rotten slaps his hands together on the outside, charging the crowd up, and hearing the cheers, Edwin tries to power out as Fallout takes him into a headlock.  MacPhisto throws one elbow into Fallout’s chest…then another…then a third…and a fourth finally blows the Nuclear Weapon off of him!  Edwin dodges back as Fallout staggers away, then suddenly launches out with a springing sidekick…that Fallout avoids with a dash to his own corner!  As Edwin follows through, Fallout tags in Stryke, and the two heels quickly close on Edwin with sharp punches to the neck!

 

Curry: “That blown sidekick might have sealed Edwin’s fate!  Here comes the cavalry, and cavalry, thy name is Stryke!”

 

In the Carnie corner, Rotten fumes as Stryke and Fallout brutalize Edwin, but he holds back from leaping in, remembering the double-team on Edwin from earlier in the match.  Fallout leaps and knocks Edwin into the corner with a spinning heel kick, and then backs off, leaving him to Stryke.  With Edwin worn down from the double-team, he’s easy prey as Stryke chops him out towards the center of the ring!  With plenty of aiming room, Stryke leans back, sizes Edwin up, and burst forward with a Heatseeker superkick…that Edwin desperately dodges!  He whips around Stryke, locks in a full-nelson, and with the last of his energy vaults back with a huge Dragon suplex!

 

Curry: “Dragon suplex!  Dragon suplex!  Both men are down!  Edwin used the last of his strength to take Stryke out, but can he make the tag??”

 

NTD: “Just get your arm over him, Stryke!  You can do it!”

 

Stryke starts to roll over for a cover, drapes his hand across Edwin’s chest…but the Mac Daddy crawls out!  He crawls away!  The chants pick up, and Rotten gets a clap going…Rotten reaches through the ropes…

 

Curry: “He’s gonna make it!”

 

NTD: “No he’s not!”

 

Stryke reaches for the leg…but he’s too late, as Edwin dashes forward and gets the tag!  The crowd pops huge, Rotten rushes in as Stryke stands, and the Aussie takes a vicious clothesline!  Fallout comes streaking in out of nowhere a second later, and Rotten floors him just as quickly with a running Yakuza kick!  The ref is flipping out, trying to restore order!

 

Curry: “Listen to that crowd!  Rotten is on fire, and he’s finally got Stryke where he wants him!”

 

“ROT-TEN, ROT-TEN!”

 

Stryke is up and running again, but this time he takes a boot to the midsection and folds at the waist, sputtering!  The crowd roars as Rotten crosses the HGC champ’s arms underneath him!

 

Curry: “Pyramid Driver!”

 

But now Fallout charges in and hits Rotten with a sharp rake to the face!  Rotten releases Stryke to tend to his eyes, and Fallout shoves his partner out of the way, giving Rotten a boot to the gut of his own!  The former deputy commish stumbles into a front face-lock as boos surge!

 

NTD: “Nuh-uh-uh!  You didn’t say the magic word, and the magic word is…MELTDOWN!”

 

Suddenly a flash of silver and red camo bursts out of the Carnie corner, and the crowd gives an ovation as Edwin rips Fallout off!  Fallout swings for a knife-edge chop with his right hand, but Edwin catches it!  The crowd hoots, and now Fallout swings a left chop…and Edwin catches that!  With a grin, he throws a free knee up into Fallout’s gut, and as the Nuclear Weapon doubles over, crosses the arms under his chest!

 

Curry: “Pyramid Driver!  Pyramid Driver!  Payback’s a bitch, Fallout!”

 

The Carnival King roars and lifts Fallout up…and drills him with the cross-arm piledriver!

 

Curry: “Edwin just used one of Rotten's signature moves, and Fallout’s outta here!”  

 

NTD: “Bah!  Damn sharing Carnies!”

 

Fallout staggers away and rolls out of the ring, but Edwin keeps the pressure on, giving a good luck nod to Rotten before leaping outside to Fallout with a big tope!  Rotten pulls himself up off the ropes, and looks up.

 

He looks up to see Stryke, standing right before him.

 

Johnny Rotten grins, and then Johnny Rotten cracks his knuckles.

 

Curry: “And here’s his chance to make up for last Smarkdown!”

 

NTD: “Or fail, one more time…”

 

And Rotten and Stryke charge forward into a lock-up!  The massive Rotten forces Stryke back quickly, but Stryke drops to one knee and snaps a headbutt into Rotten’s ribs!  Stryke lines up, stretches his leg, and then with a jerk shoots forward and drives the Heatseeker straight into Rotten’s chest, sending the Carnie crashing into the ropes!

 

NTD: “And that’s all she wrote, folks!  Rotten is out of it now!”

 

Rotten stumble forward off the ropes, and Stryke gives him a boot to the gut, drawing a big jeer from the crowd, who know what’s coming as the HGC champ lays a leg over the back of Rotten’s neck…

 

Curry: “Recoil!  Theeeeeere’s Johnny!”

 

Stryke leaps…

 

…AND ROTTEN SURGES FORWARD!

 

NTD: “NO!”

 

Stryke slips off his back but lands on his feet!  He spins to face Rotten, but the crowd roars…and Rotten gets one last boot to the gut!  A winded Stryke staggers forward, and Rotten turns his back to him, hooking the arms in a reverse underhook!

 

Curry: “ROTTEN DAY!  ROTTEN DAY!  ROTTEN COUNTERS RECOIL INTO THE ROTTEN DAY!”

 

The crowd roars, and the arms of Fallout shoot up over the apron, but Edwin wrenches him back out!  Rotten pulls Stryke up, and then sits out, crushing his head with the reverse underhook piledriver!   The ref drops down as an exhausted Rotten hooks the leg, and the crowd counts along!

 

“ONE!

 

 

TWOOOOO!

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEE!”

 

And “Love Rollercoaster” kicks up as Rotten rises, finally triumphant!

 

Funyon: “Your winners—the Midnight Carnival!”

 

The crowd roars with approval!

 

Curry: “What a finish—Rotten gets his revenge on Stryke!  We’ve got to cut to commercial and get the cage lowered, but stay tuned, folks!  You don’t want to miss our main event!”

[Guest BA_Baracus]

SWF Smarkdown returns to millions of televisions around the world, giving them a vivid view of the steel structure that awaits tonight’s final combatants.  White and light blue lights gleam off the steel cage that surrounds the ring as the fans wait excitedly in anticipation.

 

“I keeps it thoro nigga!”

 

The ghetto fabulous voice of Mobb Deep’s Prodigy blares over a hardcore New York beat as the fans erupt from their seats to cheer.  “I Keep It Thoro” by Prodigy pollutes the minds of so many rednecks in the audience as Bo steps through the curtain to an outstanding ovation.

 

(Curry) – Here we go folks!! We’re back, live at the Arco Arena in Sacramento, California…and it’s time for our huge main event!

 

(Funyon) – Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the special guest referee for the next contest……The Perfect Thug…BO!

 

The fans continue to cheer Bo as he marches down the ramp, obviously more angry than before he arrived at the arena.

 

(NTD) – Whoa man, Bo looks extremely pissed.  Do you think he’ll be able to keep his hands off Thugg enough to allow this match to even start?

 

(Curry) – I doubt it, but hopefully Edwin can quell any violence that would occur before the match.

 

Bo walks to the end of the ramp, which is cue for the low hum of “Battleflag” to begin.  The gray silhouettes of a man standing with his arms outstretched on the stage become the only light visible in the arena, as a voice raises up…

 

(Edwin) - My god, I'm getting to talk again, and I don't even have to wrestle!  This is a banner night--we should have more nights like this!  Two for one!  One for all!  Carnies for you!  Titles for Raynor!  Bitchslaps for Thugg!  Solilililioquys!  Backflips!  And a 1, 2, 3 count is all it takes to get some beeeeeeeeeeeeyotiful justice on that nasty nasty man, the Hville Thugg!  Oh, ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, the Mac Daddy is going to have fun tonight...

 

(NTD) – Speaking of the handsome devil…

 

 

“I said halleluiah!”

 

 

The roar from the crowd is nothing short of tremendous as the music swells to a thick, bumping human beatbox beneath Edwin’s words, and a pair of blue spotlights begin to swing back and forth across the entrance way, moving like pendulums in sync with the beat. As Edwin finishes his speech, the music makes its final swell and the spotlights break off their pendulous paths and spiral out into the arena, completely symmetrical in their ripping arc until they come back to the entrance stage and meet, a stuttering drumbeat echoing as they collide and send forth a wall of sudden purple strobe lights.

 

(Funyon) – And also introducing our second guest referee for this contest…He is the crowned prince of flash and panache…EDWIN MACPHISTO!!!

 

(Curry) – You know, I’ve never commented on Edwin’s entrance.  It’s quite impressive.

 

(NTD) – It’s a little too detailed for my particular tastes, but whatever helps him sleep better at night.

 

After a very elaborate light and sound display, Edwin bursts through the curtain and onto the stage, where he is showered with cheers from the amped Sacramento crowed.  Down at ringside, Bo paces the area in front of the ring as Edwin starts towards him in perfect extrovert fashion.

 

(Curry) – The fans must be loving this.  A triple dose of the crowned prince tonight, what could be better?

 

(NTD) – {whispers} One night alone with him.

 

(Curry) – Huh??

 

(NTD) – Huh?

 

(Curry) – What did you just say?

 

(NTD) – Oh, I said…yeah, you’re right…

 

(Curry) – Uhhh…suuuurrrrreeeee.

 

Edwin reaches the foot of the ramp and starts to exchange words with Bo when the arena lights go off once again.  The fans begin to cheer, yet again, as “Electra Made Me Blind” by Everclear hits the speakers, bringing out contestant number on in this match to the flashing of white lights.

 

 

“YEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!”

 

 

Blue pyrotechnics shoot off around the stage in impressive fashion before the lights return to normal brightness and Chris Raynor steps onto the stage from behind the curtain.  The fans swell to a hearty cheer as the next man to try and take out the monster begins to walk towards the ring.

 

(Funyon) – And now ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall INSIDE A STEEL CAGE, and it is for the SWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!  Introducing first, the challenger, from Baton Rouge, Louisiana…weighing in at 250 pounds…CHRRRRRIIIIIIISSSSSS RAAAAAAAAAYYYNNNOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRR!!!!

 

(Curry) – What an opportunity this is for Chris Raynor!  I think this is his first chance at the world title, and should he win, it could be the comeback story of the year.  Either way, this has got to be the biggest match of Raynor’s career to date.

 

(NTD) – I’ve never been a huge fan of Raynor, or any of those dumb ass Carnies for that matter, but I sort of hope Raynor beats Thugg tonight.  It’ll teach the big lug a lesson…he shouldn’t undermine his superiors, like he’s been doing to King since he was named Deputy commissioner.

 

(Curry) – Oh, and I suppose King hasn’t abused his power in the least bit, huh?

 

(NTD) – No, he hasn’t!  King was hired to run things while Stubby was gone.  Thugg hasn’t taken King seriously, and has threatened King on many an occasion.  Not to mention that Thugg has ruined not one, but two main events since King has been here.  He would never do that to Stubby.

 

(Curry) – That’s because he’ doesn’t hate Stubby.  King is a despicable human being, and I applaud Thugg for what he’s done to make King’s job just a little more difficult.

 

The fans remain on their feet as Raynor passes Bo at the foot of the ramp, and continues to where Edwin is holding the door of the cage open.  Edwin whispers something to Raynor, and their interactions ends with each Carnival member slapping the hand of the other.  Edwin pats Raynor on the back as the former tag champion enters the cage.

 

(NTD) – What the hell is happening here?  You’re commending Thugg and I’m saying he’s wrong?  What’s going on here?!?  Has the world gone topsy turvy?

 

(Curry) – Wow, you’re right.  What the hell…

 

A sadistic laugh, bellowing through the speakers, cuts Curry off and brings the fans back up to their feet.  The entire arena focuses on the entrance ramp as an electric guitar plays and the lights go down…

 

“They don’t know”

“Who we be”

 

(Curry) – And here he comes!  One of the greatest champions to ever compete is coming down now, and…wait a second…listen to his reaction.  It’s kind of mixed, don’t you think?

 

“They don’t know”

“Who we be”

 

(NTD) – It does seem a bit mixed.  I mean, they’re still booing him, but it’s not nearly as many boos as usual.  I think people are starting to come to like Thugg…

 

“What they don’t know is…”

 

 

BOOM!

 

 

(Curry) – It’s probably because everyone hates King so much, and so does Thugg.  It’s kind of an enemy of my enemy is my friend attitude.

 

An explosion on the stage, that lights up the whole Arco Arena, leaves a wall of fire in its wake.  The fans give Thugg a mixed reaction, mostly boos, but mixed nonetheless, as the huge monster of a man steps to the forefront of the flames.

 

(NTD) – Whatever, they’re just stupid.  These damn SWF fans never know what they want.

 

(Funyon) – And his opponent, from Washington, DC, weighing in at 450 pounds…He is the SWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…THE HVVVIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLEEEEEE THHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!

 

More boos than cheers fill the arena as HVT whips his head up and starts to scour the ringside area.  He starts down the ramp, which is when Bo becomes even more infuriated and starts to romp towards the ramp.  Edwin anticipates Bo’s charge and is there to meet Bo on the near side of the ring.

 

(Curry) – Here goes Bo.  I told you he wouldn’t be able to keep his cool for this match.

 

(NTD) – Thugg slept with his wife.  How’d you expect him to feel?  He wants Thugg’s hide, and he’s not gonna wait until Sunday.

 

While Edwin holds Bo back, HVT walks down the ramp with his world title belt across his left shoulder.  Bo screams obscenities over Edwin at HVT, and as HVT approaches, he responds with a middle finger for his former friend.  The fans seem excited to see some HVT/Bo action, but they’ll have to wait as Edwin pushes Bo to the left side of the ring as HVT starts to make his way to the cage door.

 

(Curry) – Good thing Edwin’s here to keep Bo calm, at least until the match is over.

 

(NTD) – Yeah, but how long can Edwin keep Bo at bay?

 

After calming Bo, Edwin rushes over to the cage door to meet HVT, who starts to scale the steps.  Thugg enters, followed closely by Edwin, and once inside, HVT fixes his attention on a wide-eyed Raynor who stands across the ring.

 

(NTD) – It should be interesting to see how Thugg goes about winning this match.  He could go for the pin, but will Edwin actually count his friend and fellow Carnie down for the count?  He could go over the top for the win, but I’m sure Bo will be waiting there to get him a piece of Thugg.

 

(Curry) – Good point NTD.  I don’t have an answer to those questions, but I can say that it’ll definitely effect the decision in this huge match up.

 

While HVT stares down Raynor, Edwin motions for the big man to turn over his title, which HVT does reluctantly.  Edwin smiles as he shines the belt, and then Thugg gets pissed off when Edwin places the belt around his waist.

 

(Curry) – Hey, that looks damn good on Edwin, doesn’t it?

 

The fans cheer as Edwin turns slowly in a circle, modeling the hardware, but he stops suddenly when he sees the sadistic look given to him by HVT.  He gives the big man a hearty grin and removes the belt while HVT says something inappropriate to him.

 

(NTD) – No, he doesn’t.  He’s a goofball, not a champion.  Champions need dignity, grace, and a serious nature.  Edwin’s too much of a crowd pleaser to wear that belt…he wouldn’t take it seriously.

 

Edwin moves to the door, hands the title to a ring attendant, and then locks the door.

 

DING DING DING

 

(Curry) – The cage is locked, and it’s on!  No escape for Raynor now…

 

(NTD) – Nor for Edwin.  He better not screw this up, or he’ll be stuck with a pissed off black man inside a locked cage.

 

HVT says one last thing to Edwin, who just smiles in response, and then turns back to Raynor.  However, Raynor takes advantage of Thugg’s lack of attention, and begins laying into the big man with right hands.

 

(Curry) – And Raynor taking the early advantage, coming out with a flurry of right hands.

 

Each punch snaps HVT’s head to the side, but they don’t have the effect Raynor anticipated as HVT simply snaps his head back forward after every blow.  Suddenly, HVT throws his hand out and…

 

SLAP!

 

…locks on a one handed choke!

 

(Curry) – No!  Those punches just pissed Thugg off, and we might see Raynor go for the ride early!

 

(NTD) – That’ll teach Raynor…can’t beat Thugg with punches.

 

Raynor flails his arms wildly as Edwin circles to get a better angle.  HVT goes to lift Raynor into the air, but before he can get the Carnie off the ground, Raynor extends his leg and drives his foot right into Thugg’s crotch!

 

(Curry+NTD) – OOOHHHHHH!!

 

The crowd lets loose a painful sigh, as does Edwin, as HVT releases his grip on Raynor and tends to his injured manhood.

 

(NTD) – Now that’s gotta hurt.

 

(Curry) – And so early on in the match.  That could have an effect later in the match.

 

Not being able to DQ Raynor for the low blow, Edwin simply warns his friend to keep it clean, and Raynor nods.  With the immediate danger averted and Thugg doubled, Raynor runs to the far ropes, bounces off, runs at HVT, and drops the big man with a clothesline as Thugg rises.

 

(Curry) – Raynor with a clothesline to the champion, taking the early advantage after that low blow.

 

(NTD) – That was blatant.  Good thing Edwin’s his friend and won’t DQ him.

 

(Curry) – Actually Nathaniel, it’s a cage match, so there’s no disqualification.

 

(NTD) – Oh, yeah…that’s right.

 

HVT scrambles to his feet, somewhat recovered from the blow to his sac, but rises to a running Raynor who drives his shoulder into Thugg’s chest, knocking the big man back a few steps.  Raynor gains his balance and begins to drive hard right hands to Thugg’s face, keeping the champion at bay.

 

(Curry) – Now here’s a question for you NTD…what happens if Raynor wins?

 

(NTD) – What do you mean?

 

The punches back Thugg up to the far ropes, at which point, Raynor opens Thugg’s arms and delivers a hard chop to his chest.

 

SMACK!

 

“Oooo!”

 

(Curry) – Raynor with those chops to Thugg’s chest…Well, I was thinking about it, and if Raynor wins tonight, then he’s the world champ, right?

 

(NTD) – Yeah?

 

SMACK!

 

“Oooo!”

 

(Curry) – So, what happens to the main event at Crossfire?  It’s scheduled to be Edwin, Thugg, and Bo in a last man standing bout, elimination style, for the world title.  Well, if Raynor has the title, then what?

 

SMACK!

 

“Oooo!”

 

(NTD) – I don’t know.  We’ll have to check with King about that.  Maybe Thugg gets a rematch, or maybe a four-way.  I don’t know.

 

(Curry) – Well, a Raynor win here sure would shake things up for Crossfire.

 

Raynor, after reddening Thugg’s chest, grabs the big man for a whip, but it’s reversed and Raynor is sent to the near ropes.  Raynor rebounds to run at HVT, and when he gets there, he has to duck a huge clothesline from the big man.  Raynor rebounds off the far ropes, and when Thugg turns around, Raynor drives both his feet into Thugg’s right knee!

 

(Curry) – Raynor with that drop kick to Thugg’s knee.  Good strategy for the much smaller Raynor…try to take Thugg off his vertical base to eliminate some of his power moves.

 

HVT goes to grab at his knee as he hops on his left leg slightly, but Raynor keeps at it, driving a hard boot into the back of Thugg’s knee.  HVT hops around the ring a bit, and Raynor makes sure to stay far enough so Thugg can’t hit him with a punch.  Raynor darts in again to give HVT another hard kick to the knee, this one from the front.

 

(NTD) – Damn, Raynor’s hell bent on that knee now.

 

(Curry) – He sees that Thugg can’t use those huge power moves if he’s only got one leg, so it’s a good call if you ask me.  

 

(NTD) – It’s a good thing nobody did.

 

As the fans cheer Raynor’s academic stategy, the Carnie runs off the far ropes, looking to strike Thugg’s leg once more, but this time, HVT lashes out with his right leg, smashing Raynor’s face with a big boot!

 

(Curry) – And back comes Thugg with a big boot!

 

(NTD) – Yeah, but it looks like it hurt him as much as it did Raynor.

 

Raynor hits the canvas and starts to hold his face, while HVT hobbles around holding his right knee.  Raynor gets up, still holding his face and then starts to head towards HVT.  The two meet in the center of the ring, and Raynor lashes out with a hard right hand.  Thugg takes the blow in stride and delivers a hard right of his own, staggering Raynor.  Raynor replies with another punch, which is returned 10-fold back to him by Thugg.

 

(Curry) – And now they exchange right hands…not a good idea for Raynor.  You don’t want to exchange blows with Thugg…

 

The last blow staggers Raynor severely and HVT follows it up with several more punches that send Raynor to the far ropes.  HVT pushes the former tag champ against said ropes, and then whips him across the ring to the near ropes.  Raynor rebounds, ducks under a Thugg clothesline again, rebounds off the far ropes, but runs right into HVT, who whips Raynor around and slams him with a huge powerslam!!

 

(Curry) – Big powerslam there from Thugg, who’s taking control.

 

(NTD) – Where are all the blood and guts?  I thought this was a cage match.

 

Following the slam, HVT hooks Raynor’s leg for the cover, and Edwin slides in to make the count.

 

(Curry) – Wait!  Cover by Thugg…

 

ONE!

 

T…

 

(Curry) – No!  Raynor with the kick out.

 

(NTD) – Hey, that was a surprisingly fair count from Edwin.  I figured he’s count insanely slow for Thugg covers…

 

(Curry) – You obviously don’t know Edwin.  He’s gonna call this one straight down the middle.

 

Following the kick out, both men get back to their feet, Thugg more quickly than Raynor.  Raynor, staggering a bit from the slam, walks right into a boot that forces him to double over, and HVT grabs him into a front face lock.  Thugg puts Raynor’s arm behind his head, grabs Raynor’s waistline, and hoists him into the air so that Raynor is completely vertical.  Thousands of fans take pictures as HVT holds Raynor there for what seems like an eternity.

 

(Curry) – And Thugg, again, displays his extraordinary strength, holding Raynor in the air like that.

 

(NTD) – That’s so dangerous though.  All that blood rushing to Raynor’s head can’t be safe.

 

(Curry) – I think that’s the point Nathaniel.

 

After about 7 or 8 seconds, HVT falls backwards, dropping Raynor on his back for an extreme stalling suplex!  The ring shakes with impact, as HVT floats over for another cover, looking at Edwin to make sure he counts fair.

 

(Curry) – What a suplex from Thugg…wait!  Thugg for the win!

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

TH……

 

(Curry) – NO!!  Chris Raynor gets his shoulder up!

 

(NTD) – Close.

 

(Curry) – Raynor’s taking a pounding right now.  He should go back to Thugg’s knee to slow the big man down.

 

HVT stands up from the pin, and takes a glance at Edwin before lifting Raynor to his feet by his hair.  Outside the ring, Bo paces ringside like a caged animal hoping to get out for just a second, and inside the ring, HVT whips Raynor to the far left corner.  Raynor slams back first into the turnbuckle, and HVT gets a full head of steam and splashes Raynor in the corner!

 

(Curry) – It’s complete domination at this point for Thugg.  Is it possible that Raynor’s just outmatched tonight?

 

(NTD) – Not necessarily Curry.  We’ve seen Thugg dominate nearly everyone, but he makes mistakes.  Raynor just needs one mistake to get back on the offensive.

 

After splashing Raynor, HVT backs out, and Raynor comes stumbling out of the corner.  HVT sees an opportunity, and while Raynor staggers about, HVT runs to the left side ropes.  When HVT connects with the ropes, however, Bo slams against he cage, getting Thugg’s attention.  HVT stops in his tracks and turns to glare at Bo, who begins to scream at HVT from the outside, trying desperately to get inside the chain links.

 

(Curry) – Speaking of a mistake…

 

(NTD) – What is Bo doing?  He’s a referee right now.  He’s gotta do better than that.

 

HVT starts to mince words with Bo when Raynor gathers himself and runs over to Thugg.  Raynor runs right into HVT, smashing him into the cage, and grabs Thugg by the waist, looking for a roll up.  HVT, however, holds onto the ropes, preventing the roll up and sending Raynor back onto his ass after releasing Thugg’s waist.  Raynor’s momentum carries him over and back to his feet, where he quickly runs at HVT, who turns to face him now.  HVT throws another clothesline, but Raynor ducks it and stops directly behind HVT.  Thugg turns around, receives a doubling boot to the guy, and Raynor slams his head to the canvas with a well-timed DDT!

 

(Curry) – And there’s your mistake!

 

(NTD) – Told you.  Thugg’s big and strong, but he’s not the smartest fellow.

 

(Curry) – Well, Bo’s little distraction paid off there, but Raynor’s gotta take advantage.

 

Both men remain down now, and Edwin is forced to try his ten count.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

(Curry) – Here comes the ten count…

 

THREE!

 

FOUR!

 

Raynor starts to come to at five, and gets to his feet at 6.  HVT starts to look like he’s going to get up, but he can’t as Raynor grabs his right leg.  Before Thugg can react, Raynor drops a knee to the inside of Thugg’s knee.

 

(Curry) – And Raynor heads right back to that knee!

 

(NTD) – Yeah, that’s the ticket Chris.

 

HVT screams out in pain as Raynor gets back up and does it again.  HVT tries to kick Raynor off, but it’s to no avail as Raynor starts to drag Thugg by his injured leg.  Raynor struggles, but gets Thugg to the near ropes, where he places HVT’s foot on the bottom rope.  Raynor then jumps onto the second rope, and then drops his rear down on Thugg’s knee!

 

(NTD) – Ahhhh!

 

(Curry) – Raynor’s truly taking it to Thugg’s knee.  He’s completely focused on it even though he really doesn’t have a submission move in his repertoire.

 

(NTD) – I’ll bet he finds one though.

 

HVT bangs his hands on the mat as Raynor jumps back up to the second rope, and back down on Thugg’s knee again.  The fans cheer like crazy as HVT grasps at his knee, and Raynor steps away, and then kicks Thugg as hard as he can right in the side of his right knee!

 

(Curry) – Damn!  Raynor’s really focused on that knee!  He’s hell bent on destroying it!

 

(NTD) – We’re sitting here wondering what would happen if Raynor won, but even if he doesn’t, he’s gonna make sure Thugg can’t walk into Crossfire on Sunday.

 

HVT rolls around on the canvas holding his knee while the fans cheer like hell.  Edwin goes to check on Thugg’s condition, but HVT swats the crowned prince away, and Edwin shrugs as he backs away.  Raynor tracks Thugg down, and then drops a knee onto Thugg’s knee, sending another yelp of pain from Thugg.

 

(Curry) – I don’t know about all that, but I wouldn’t put it past Raynor.  I think he’s more concerned with winning the SWF title, and the best chance he has is destroying Thugg’s vertical base.

 

Raynor stands up and shoots his hands in the air, drawing a wonderful reaction from the fans, before grabbing HVT by the hair and lifting the big man up.  HVT hops to his feet, being careful not to put too much weight on his right leg, and Raynor whips Thugg to the far left corner.  HVT crashes into the turnbuckle, but has no time to rest as Raynor runs in and drives his shoulder into Thugg’s midsection!

 

(NTD) – Now Thugg’s in serious trouble here…

 

(Curry) – With that right leg obviously hurting, Raynor’s got the advantage, and the match is his to lose.  

 

HVT crouches in the corner, and Raynor pulls him back up before climbing the turnbuckle in front of HVT.  Raynor holds his right hand in the air, causing the fans to jump up again, and then starts to pound Thugg’s head as the fans pick up the count.

 

(Curry) – And here come the punches from Raynor…the crowd really loves this.

 

3…4…5…6…7…8…9…

 

(Curry) – Wait!

 

Instead of letting Raynor to hit ten, Thugg grabs Raynor around the waist, and with a burst of adrenalin, starts off running across the ring.  Raynor waves his arms, and then cringes his face when HVT slams his back into the cage wall, right on one of steel pillars!

 

(NTD) – Damn!

 

(Curry) – Thugg’s not out yet!  And we see our first use of the cage as Thugg just rammed Raynor into one of those posts.

 

Raynor arches his back as he falls between the cage and the ropes, and HVT starts to hobble around again, favoring his right leg.  After regaining his composure, HVT reaches down and pulls Raynor back under the ropes into the ring.  Once he has Raynor to his feet, he grabs Raynor by the back of the head, and throws him back into the cage wall at the near side of the ring.

 

(Curry) – And the momentum shifts back in the favor of Thugg…throwing Raynor head first into that steel cage.

 

Raynor bounces off the cage and back to the ring, where HVT lifts him again, only to throw him back into the cage.  Edwin comes over and tries to tell Thugg to keep it in a wrestling format, but HVT swipes him away again, and lifts Raynor back up.  This time, HVT takes Raynor’s head, and begins to rub his face against the links of the cage, causing Raynor to scream in pain.

 

(Curry) – And now Thugg’s getting brutal, scraping Raynor’s face against the grain of that cage.

 

(NTD) – I think he’s trying to open him up.

 

(Curry) – Well, that’s a good way to do it.

 

HVT, ignoring Edwin’s pleas, continues to rub Raynor’s face, and when he ceases, the tag team god crumples to the ground and holds his face.  HVT looks at Raynor and then Edwin before deciding to attempt an exit.  Thugg goes to the left side of the ring, and begins to scale the cage, but Bo is already there with a steel chair in his hand.

 

(Curry) – Thugg’s going for the escape now…but wait!  Bo’s there, and he’s got a chair!

 

(NTD) – Bo’s not even trying to hide the fact that he doesn’t want Thugg to win this match.  He’ll be damned if Thugg gets out of that cage alive.

 

As HVT starts to scale, Bo starts to slam the chair against the cage, trying to hit Thugg’s fingers.  After a few shots, Bo succeeds in hitting Thugg’s fingers, and HVT falls off the cage onto his back.

 

(Curry) – I’m not sure Bo should be doing that.  He’s a referee…he’s supposed to be objective.

 

(NTD) – Well he’s not, is he?

 

(Curry) – Obviously not, jack ass.

 

HVT gets to his knees and glares out at Bo, who smiles a sick smile before yelling some more obscene remarks at HVT.  HVT decides against exiting the ring, and turns his attention back to Raynor, who is starting to get to his feet.  After further inspection, Raynor’s forehead is cut pretty decently, and blood is streaming down his face.

 

(Curry) – Well, Thugg can’t get out that way…and look at Raynor.  He’s been busted open.

 

Thugg helps Raynor up, but Raynor breaks the grip and staggers HVT with right hands.  He pushes HVT against the near ropes, and goes to whip Thugg, but it’s reversed.  Raynor is sent to the far ropes, but when he returns, he ducks a Thugg boot, bounces off the near ropes, and then drives his shoulder into Thugg’s abdomen with a huge spear!!

 

(Curry) – SPEAR!!  SPEAR FROM RAYNOR!!!

 

(NTD) – What a shot from Raynor!!

 

After leveling Thugg with that spear, Raynor quickly hooks the leg for the pin, and Edwin slides in to make the count…

 

(Curry) – Raynor for the win!

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

(Curry) – We could have a new champ right here…

 

 

 

 

 

THRE…

 

(Curry) - …NO!!  Thugg kicks out!

 

(NTD) – Oh so close for Raynor!

 

(Curry) – Raynor was less than a second of realizing the dream of every person who ever put on a pair of wrestling tights!

 

Raynor rolls off HVT, and after having a glance at the apologetic Edwin, gets to his feet.  He grabs Thugg to his feet, and then takes a look out at the crowd, who know what’s coming next.

 

(Curry) – Oh!  He’s looking for it now!

 

Raynor whips HVT into the far left corner, but Thugg doesn’t stumble out as expected, so the crowd lets out an “awww”.  Raynor, a little frustrated, runs in at HVT, but Thugg steps to the side, and pulls an unsuspecting Edwin into his place!  Raynor, however, halts just inches away from running into Edwin, and then holds up his hands in a “whew, that was close” manner.

 

(NTD) – That was close…

 

(Curry) – Indeed.  Raynor was just inches away from smashing Edwin there after Thugg pulled the crowned prince in the way.

 

As Raynor breathes from the close encounter, HVT stands behind him, and when Raynor turns around, HVT runs in for a splash.  Raynor, however, ducks out of the way, and HVT slams into Edwin instead, dropping the Carnie leader like any normal ref.

 

(Curry) – OH!  Thugg got him anyway!  Raynor moved, and HVT slammed into Edwin!

 

(NTD) – And like any good ref, down he goes.

 

HVT stumbles out of the corner, partially limping and partially hurt from the splash, and he walks right into a waiting Raynor.  Raynor, from his knees, locks HVT’s arms, stands up, and drives HVT face first to the canvas with an Acid Rayn!!

 

(NTD) – ACID RAYN!!  ACID RAYN!!

 

(Curry) – CHRIS RAYNOR JUST SCORED WITH THE ACID RAYN ON THUGG!!  This one should be over!

 

Raynor pushes HVT onto his back, and then covers the champ…

 

(Curry) – But wait!  Edwin’s down!!  NO one to count…

 

On the outside, Bo sees this and breaks for the ring door.  He throws the door back and slides in, running over to the action to make the count himself as the crowd explodes!

 

(Curry) - IT’S BO!!  BO WILL MAKE THE COUNT!  IT’S OVER!!  NEW CHAMP!  NEW CHAMP!

 

ONE!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…

 

(Curry) – NOOO!!!  THUGG KICKED OUT!!  HE KICKED OUT!!!

 

(NTD) – Bo was just a little too late!!

 

Both Bo and Raynor jump to their feet, holding their heads in disbelief.  Raynor can’t believe it, and he makes sure to tell Bo that face.  Raynor gets in Bo’s face, but Bo throws the challenger aside and grabs HVT up to his feet.

 

(Curry) – Wait!!  Bo’s got Thugg!  He’s got Thugg up to his feet!!  He’s not gonna wait another second!!  He’s gonna destroy the Hville Thugg right here and now!

 

Bo turns the ailing HVT around so that they are back to back, and he reaches up to grab Thugg’s head.

 

(NTD) – He’s going for the Perfect Pain!

 

The fans swell at the thought of Bo’s finisher, but it’s not to be as Edwin gets to his feet and runs over to push Bo off of Thugg.  Thugg goes down to one knee as Edwin screams at Bo, motioning towards the exit.

 

(Curry) – WAIT!  IT’S EDWIN!  HE’S BACK UP AND HE’S NOT GONNA LET BO DO IT!  NOT TILL SUNDAY!!

 

(NTD) – That’s not gonna make Bo happy.

 

Meanhwhile, Raynor goes back to HVT, but when he gets there, he’s victim to a low blow from Thugg!  The fans “Oooo” at the nut shot as HVT gets back up and puts Raynor in an inverted DDT position!

 

(Curry) – WAIT!!  WAIT!!  LOW BLOW!!  THUGG WITH THE LOW BLOW!!  OH MY GOD!  HE’S GOT RAYNOR SET UP!!!  PLEASE GOD NO!

 

HVT waists no time flipping Raynor up to his chest (powerbomb style), grabbing Raynor by the waistline, hoisting the Carnie high into the air, and then slamming him face first to the mat!!!

 

(Curry) – THUGG PASSION!!!  THUGG PASSION!!  THUGG HIT IT!!  RAYNOR’S OUT!  HE’S DONE!!  DONE!

 

(NTD) – HOLY SHIT!  THE WHOLE RING SHOOK WITH THAT ONE!!!

 

While the fans boo like crazy, HVT stands a bit weary before heading to the far side of the ring.  HVT begins to slowly scale the cage, much to the chagrin of the fans, and meanwhile, Bo and Edwin continue to argue.

 

(Curry) – Thugg’s going out!  He’s gonna escape the cage!

 

(NTD) – Edwin and Bo are still arguing!!

 

Suddenly, Bo sees HVT halfway up the cage, and dismisses Edwin to go after HVT.  Edwin, however, grabs him by the arm to pull him back, which turns out to be a bad idea.  Bo finally takes offense to Edwin, and when he turns back to Edwin, Bo punches him in the face.  The blow turns Edwin around, so Bo turns also, reaches behind, grabs Edwin by the neck, and drops him with a Diamond Cutter!!!

 

(NTD) – PERFECT PAIN!!  PERFECT PAIN ON EDWIN MACPHISTO!!!

 

(Curry) – Bo’s finally had enough of Edwin’s good guy crap!!  What will this do to the match on Sunday??

 

The fans boo Bo’s actions, but the perfect thug doesn’t car as he has Thugg in his sights.  Leaving Edwin and Raynor lying in the ring, Bo starts up the cage right behind Thugg, who’s nearly to the top.  

 

(Curry) – And here goes Bo after Thugg!!  

 

The fans quickly forget about what Bo just did to Edwin, and cheer him on as he chases Thugg.  Bo, the fresher of the two, reaches the top of the cell as HVT pulls himself up too.  The metal scaffold on top of the cage is enough room for both men to get to their feet atop the cage.

 

(NTD) – OH SHIT!!  THIS IS GONNA BE BAD FOR SOMEONE!!

 

HVT, having seen Bo, doesn’t climb down, but gets to his feet.  Bo, up as well, delivers a right hand to Thugg’s face, but is then staggered ever so slightly by a right hand from Thugg.  Thousands upon thousands of flashes flicker in the crowd as Bo and Thugg slug it out on top of the cage!

 

(Curry) – OH MY GOD!!!  Bo and Thugg are fighting on top of that cage!  That’s not safe!!  It’s not meant to hold two people fighting!

 

(NTD) – Someone’s gonna get hurt!!

 

Right hand from Bo!

 

Right hand from Thugg!

 

Right hand from Bo!

 

Right hand from Thugg!

 

Right hand from Bo!

 

Right hand from Bo!

 

Right hand from Bo!

 

 

(Curry) – Bo’s got him down!!

 

The punches send Thugg down to one knee, but Bo can’t fully take advantage because he slips slightly.  Bo catches himself on the cage before plummeting, but in that time, Thugg starts to get back to his feet.  By the time Bo gets his balance, HVT is up and…

 

SMACK!

 

…he slaps on a one handed choke!

 

(Curry) – OH DEAR!

 

(NTD) – OH!!!

 

(Curry) – PLEASE GOD NO!!  DON’T DO IT THUGG!!!

 

HVT looks into Bo’s eyes, and then goes to lifts Bo…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…spins in place…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…and…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Curry) – CLEAR OUT!!!

 

(NTD) – AAARRRRRRHHHHHH!!!!

 

CRASH!

 

…AND SENDS BO THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE WITH A SPINNING CHOKESLAM FROM THE CAGE!!

 

(Curry) – HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!  OH MY GOD!!!

 

(NTD) – OH MY GOD!!  UNTAMED FROM THE CAGE THROUGH THE TABLE!!!  UNTAMED THROUGH THE TABLE!!

 

The crowd is completely stunned as they stare at Bo laying amongst the rubble that was the announce table.  HVT takes a moment to collect himself, and then begins to climb down the outside of the cage.

 

(Curry) – THUGG JUST CHOKESLAMMED BO THROUGH OUT ANNOUCNE TABLE!!  I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!

 

The boos reign in as Thugg heads down the cage…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…down…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…down…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…down…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…down…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…down…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…down to the floor!!!

 

DING DING DING

 

(Curry) – AND HE DOES IT!!  THUGG RETAINS!!  BUT LOOK AT BO!!

 

(NTD) – Bo’s a mess!!  I can’t believe Thugg chokeslammed him off the cage!!

 

(Funyon) – Your winner, and STILL SWF CHAMPION…THE H…VIIIIIILLLLEEEEEEE THHHHUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGG!!!

 

(Curry) – What an ending!!!  Raynor gets Thugg Passioned!  Edwin gets Perfect Pained!  And Bo gets Untamed off the cage!!

 

HVT grabs his title from the attendant and starts to head up the ramp as “Who We Be” hits the speakers.  He backs up the ramp as the fans boo and throw things, and Edwin starts to recover in the ring.

 

(Curry) – Thugg retains, but what about this Sunday?  Will Bo be healthy enough to make it?  Will Edwin take offense to that Perfect Pain?  Thugg escapes Chris Raynor tonight, but will he be able to survive a crafty Edwin MacPhisto and an extremely pissed off Bo in a Last Man Standing match??  CROSSFIRE…THIS SUNDAY!!  DON’T MISS IT!

 

And with that, Smarkdown closes with a shot of Thugg standing atop the ramp, victorious once again.

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